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Yesterday I caught the drift of a word
Almost at the end of Dr. Ram?s words
That I had it all, three in one, with music and no regrets
Stirred my mind and made me think
What regret really means

I suppose Regret is the truant of history
Often sneaking out of the schoolroom of the past to torment present time
...seeking a meek heart to mess with
But time has taught me to be wise
Hence I now know how to turn Regret into a good child
The secret is in offering him the candy of time

The present is just what it means
A present to be justly cherished
If I share it?s gift with the regrets of the past 
Sure, Regret will turn into a good child
And Regret?s deeds will fill my heart with pride

The power is in time
Each a new opportunity eager to be of service 
As soon as yesterday bids bye, today arises to take its place in haste
And it brings in its wake 
...the promise of forgiveness, reconciliation and reconstruction
In each day I find a newer canvas to repaint my dreams
And since yesterday I tried another style and failed
Today I?m that bit wiser
So I will try again with better skill...
To redraw the masterpiece of a life I dream in colours so beautifully vivid

So yes Dr. Ram,
Thanks-a-ram for reminding me how lucky I am
I owe it all to time
For teaching me how to turn Regret into a better child
Filled with lessons which I study 
Tomorrow in my life there?ll be less like his kind

Hey Doc! Thanx-an-awesome-lot 4 the kind words u post of my poems! 
This is especially 4 u!

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