My Undying Regret Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

My Undying Regret



His recovery was slow but steady. After three months of almost being shot to pieces - at last - I was able to go home and partially rid myself of the disquiet I had felt.

As soon as the hospital rang - I splashed some water on my face. Changed. Grabbed the keys. Rushed out the door. Jumped in the car and tore round to say goodbye.

But, he had already gone.

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