Wednesday, August 25, 2021

"Later will be late."

With regrets,


Regret every call I declined on you.

But you never complained, but you would have compelled.

Regret every conversation that I raised my voice to you.

But you never disputed, but you might have disturbed.

Regret every act I refused on you.

But you never argued, but you could have urged.

Regret every visit I cancelled on you.

But you never questioned, but you should have queried.

Regret every word slam on you.

But you never sounded but must have squeaked.

Why?

Maa, Why didn't you?

You could, might, must, should, would have stricken me.

Rather than; being gentle to me!

Rather than; beholding me as gentle!

Rather than; holding me as an adult!

Rather than; holding my choices!

Rather than, told to do on!

In the year's now, I have found the fond of you than ever.

In the pond of friends and fortunes!

But all these can't fill the void.

And heal the regrets.


With Regards.

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