Regret In Life
Hanging onto my virtues,
As rich as an infant to his
belongings,
And Just like a thief to its loot.
I sit on hilltop of regrets,
On which I pause and ponder.
A poisonous thorn pierces my
heart,
As I view my dead life from the
summit .
Tears seeping down through
closed eyelids,
I fall down like dried leaves of
autumn.
A weary wait to end this
remorse,
and state of repose as if zonked
with tranquillisers.
With repentance open to
ventures,
let relics bring deliverance.
I emerge victorious as a convict
in the death house!!
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2013
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