REGRETS
An emotional flood of conscious expression,
Running in the veins of a person,
Feeling sorry for an act done,
Or not done,
Breaking norms of ethics,
Outcome in its wake!
Difficult to run away from liability,
Personal and social reaction aplenty,
Death to the deadlines,
By a whisker or by a gaping hole,
Failing your love one,
To wish good tidings,
On birth or wedding anniversary,
Failing to reach on time,
To a certain place,
And missing a vital meet,
Entailing loss in money and self esteem.
When caught resorting to corrupt practices,
With one hand at the currency notes,
And other on the fore-head for expression of dismay.
Taking somebody else’s share,
Without thinking or remorse,
Resulting in red face of highest proportion.
Countless times we put ourselves in dire strait,
By our misdeeds – unaccounted indeed,
Sometimes feel sorry and other times not,
Feels sincerely sorry for the misdeeds committed,
During lively lifetime spent without care or caution,
When at deathbed he is laid,
And the end seems near,
While others mourn for the loss of that individual,
Self mourns that there is nothing he is taking along,
Except the load of undoes he committed,
And no amount of regrets can undo those misdemeanors.
HARBANS KHAJURIA