A paltry apology would yet suffice,
From the tongues of men undeserving of Life,
Life so pure, so sacred and divine,
It’s worth forever lost, in the sands of time.

Yet here I linger on, an unworthy man,
Lips sealed, lest they acknowledge,
The transgressions of the mind,
The body and the soul,
Poor repayment, of a debt ne’er to be settled.

So as I kneel, at the altar of suffering,
Languishing in mine worldly calamities,
A paltry apology doth come to mind,
Drawn from protesting lips,
And forever lost, in the sands of time.

By Lashane Cooray