The bitter regret
IT is on Sunday, on lonely day. A regret walks into my soul Abode, my soul became to him. He grew and grasped my soul wholly. My thought feeds him pretty well I'm the one dead man walking. On the Ghost's soil of loneliness The memories were no sweeter. He plays no music sweet and soft. Speaks no words of inspiration. OH! it is unbearable. He invaded my soul. Like lasting solar eclipse But people concern solar eclipse. Yet I hear her prayers. "You are my best son. Let you get fulfilment. Of dreams you aspired" Then Held my giraffe head up. To see the Northern star sparkling Never to let it down To watch yellowish grass dancing In the atmosphere of solitude. This poem expresses about our mind which would bring many confusions and sorrows if it is not untamed and unrealized. Every confusion, regrets and sorrows come and become stronger which would also lead to suicide. All this happens due to lack of realization of our mind