Jul 28, 2024
“REMORSE”
Poem
It was one who went first,
Coming back to take the other
One by one,
Went at a time
Coming back to pay a visit
For ‘two’ or ‘three’ hours
Speaking of only the entertainment there ,
Forgetting our stories we used to tell
Adopting every fashion and abandoning our culture
Around the fire place, I think of it all
We were many before,
But now am all alone, in my remorse
Sitted quietly staring at the burning flames
Wishing we could be together again.