Confession

My dearest friend,
Let me touch your feet in respect,
To admit the distance you walked!
Let me wipe off your sweat,
On your forehead,
To mark this mile of ever enduring efforts!

Now, may I on my kneels confess,
My sins of omission and commission;
That I complained your lack of pace,
And that you carried a weird luggage of worries!
Were I kind enough to know,
That you were homeless to love?
Did I judge you that you, a girl
Travelled alone through this travail?
Did I say that you were a 'little ruthless brat'
On your way, that survived your stuff?

Forgive me for I sinned,
Against you and my little princess,
Whose little feet is sore with sorrow!
Let me touch your feet like magdalene,
And feel your pain of your wounds,
On my conscience,
And be crucified on our right!