Now it is autumn of my hopes.
I had satisfied his lust.
I had recharged his mobile.
I had taken care of his injuries
On the skin and in the mind.
I had dodged my parents too.
I had been treacherous to their trust.
Today I asked him
About the possibility and sureness.
He smiled at my query.
He turned his back
And said in a coarse tone.
Are you fool?
Don't repeat this mistake.
You must be wise.
Moral blunders never get healed.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
Now it is autumn of my hopes.
I had satisfied his lust.
I had recharged his mobile.
I had taken care of his injuries
On the skin and in the mind.
I had dodged my parents too.
I had been treacherous to their trust.
Today I asked him
About the possibility and sureness.
He smiled at my query.
He turned his back
And said in a coarse tone.
Are you fool?
Don't repeat this mistake.
You must be wise.
Moral blunders never get healed.
