As we travel through the ups and downs of life , sometimes we look back and regret certain tiny yet at times life-changing fate-altering decisions that were taken by us. If good, we hardly look back at them. Its when they pain like a gigantic thorn in the vulnerable soft human mind that things turn 'red' so to say. How 'red' is remorse?
THE RED OF REMORSE
After a long walk through the snows
He sat, old farmer at the table
A false belief used to grow in him
A lamp lit off a fable
But stars my peep at snows fallen
Not one shall descend down
Trees still, would shake off the flakes one day
Come sun, they will melt and drown
And clouds that sprayed them for else
In their own loneliness, forgotten
Drift across skies sucked into grey
Over fruits left unpicked, rotten
Old farmer of fields made barren
Retires by a fireplace that only chills
A bowl full of soup boiled, but water bland!
The blade of remorse thus kills
-Mx
