September 11, 2026
The Blame
I was the thorn that was blamed-
For the prick the finger took.
I was the darkness that was blamed-
For the wrong road the traveller took.
I was the wind that was blamed-
For the leaf that left its hold.
I was the mirror that was blamed
For the reflection that was true!
I was the sky that was blamed-
For the bird who chose not to fly.
I was the stone that was blamed-
for the toe that stumbled in pain.
Alas!!! I bear the brunt of a fall,
That was never mine to bear,
I carry the weight of the guilt
that feels alien to my being,
And yet I cannot set myself free
From the burden imposed on me.