A house crafted just to see from afar

I look at my chained hand and legs;

And I look at the kids afar free from any chains

Playing and dancing within themselves

A slight rain and they dance till they are wet

Why I can’t be like them

I remembered what my father said

“ you have to bear the sin of your mother “

I don’t know what sin is

Is it playing with kids from afar

I wanted to jump and go out with them

“What sin did my mother do”

I question myself as I vividly remember

“You killed my child”

But that doesn’t have to do anything with me.