Unpardonably the beast had come out in abusive rage
I made a worker in my office kneel down holding ears
He had offered bribe to his supervisor for a benefit
But the fact remains that I crossed the lines of civility
It has since been for me a thorn in the flesh
My endeavor to get in touch and apologize for failed
Though I know it’s no use crying over spilled milk
Still I hope one day I will bend down to him to say sorry _____________________________________________
24 February 2016
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