The sin made a nest,
Within my very soul way back then,
Excessively sinful I was,
As Stephen in “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”!
Then ‘time’ cleansed me well,
Like a real healer,
A transformed person I turned into,
An enlightened being, so to speak!
The sinner was dead within me,
A humane one started to breathe long since!