Echoing of a melody
Resonating in memory
Straw less grasped
Heart once clasped
A choice taken
An option forsaken
Soul cut deeply
Love lost cheaply
Happiness time forgot
Space of hopeless blot
Stains not removed
Lot never to be improved
Taken too long, delayed
Stitches worn and frayed
Too long seated, I have sat
My beating heart now flat
Regret gliding on wind
A pitiful thing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well define concept.......brilliant write i must say so beautifully put...regret is something we don't want feel but we always end up doing something that leads to making us feel regret..... thanks for sharing it best wishes, payal