I was full of hatred,
Because my goodness with time had faded
But the Almighty bestowed me with an angel.
Her smile and aura had stirred everyone.
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A nice poetic imagination, Chandini. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
It is never too late to repent, I like to think. The divine spirit gives her a harsh sentence, however.
Perhaps the speaker thinks of repentance as a punishment.