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Mehar Nanda Poem
The End To The Beginning
A burdened remorse of forlorn futures,
Though ability lies in the hands of the beholder,
As rues and woes swallow thy thoughts,
But shall'nt one upon change ponder,
How beginnings lead to ends,
While they waltz with the former,
When a drop of reform wallows in self pity,
Must'nt one indulge upon polish,
Within ourselves lie our flaws, devoid of perfection,
For each contemplation results in further degradation.
Copyright © Mehar Nanda | Year Posted 2025
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