The guilt ridden steps
slowly approached the burial ground
remorse filled the air
space stiffened with penance
The white daffodils
shrouded the canvas in white
the drizzling rain wiping away
the long treasured writings on those walls
The life long schemes
those unfulfilled dreams
the gorses that lost it flair
the grudges that suddenly disappeared
And all those guarded desires
slowly fainted away
for the cortège last entourage
was on its way
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Regrets of the past 🙂
Yes, you said it right. Thanks for reading and commenting 😊
Death, the final destination. How it makes you ponder about all the regrets and missed dreams in our lives. A beautiful write-up.
True Megha. We keep planing thinking there is no end. You understood the essence real well. Thanks for commenting and complimenting
My pleasure Shantanu.You wrote it really well.
Thank you 😊
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