I say sorry
I read and read
It was passion over dead
With intense desire of having closeness
And gloomy thoughts on face
You wish to perform
Many things and inform
But earthly, it is not possible
People may take as you mad man and create trouble
We fill poetry with intense words
And they speak to lords
Over demise
With despair and surprise
The shock might prove intense
And make you tense
Over the loss of dear one
Such kind of sadness can be experienced by none
I shall rather go to graveyard
And whisper a word
In her memory
And say”sorry”
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