“REMORSE”

Poem

Photo from author

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.

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