Dunno bout you but here're my feelings for all my errors.
Pardon!
It's the regret
Which took me over.
Its the misconcept
Who brought me lower.
The error which became the cause
Shatters me to tiny morsels;
Forced me for the colossal pause
And nowhere to be seen are those dorsals.
The tears! Don't come out
But the heart! Squeals like the pesked deer.
How to wipe the trails out?
For I'm a vulture, watching with peer.
Esteem's shattered; Faith's crushed.
It's the fruit of my distrust.
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Empirical Living
PoetryIts an attempt to show this world to you with my own poetic POV. It depicts various situations that we face in our daily life. I hope you'll love it and try to have a better and clearer view of this world. Also, will make your efforts to improve it.
