I walked and walked alone on the shore,
with swollen thoughts that reached the core,
They were thoughts that gave me unsaid pain,
traveled with me for years not in gain,
Firstly it was the thought of corruption,
unceasing, unending, mind blocking eruption,
don’t know how and where it originated.
I crumpled the thought beneath my feet,
to crush it, kill it, mitigate it, so that I’m neat,
The second I stamped was the evils of mind,
None in this world should think bad of any kind,
I put the thought of evil under my feet,
stamped, finished, yes, this was the real treat!
Every step of mine on the shore,
stamped the dismal, dirty deeds of the yore,
Let every life here be transparent,
free, honest, truthful at every moment.