Like a scar it burns within me
For letting go of possibilities
And probabilities to score
On held talents and make them grow
To seize the day and drink life’s wine,
But as of now the voice of my life
Seems much like whispers’ caught
in wind’s dance
faded and evaded the chances
of singing a symphony of joy
by making much from the precious
gift of time……!
A lingering sense of remorse
Flowing tears of regret..
colours a vibrant view on life….
To make life much more
Beautiful in my own way….!!