Priya Arora

(18th April 1983 / Punjab)

'Sorry'


I am sorry,
for all that made you feel bad.

I am sorry for all acts of mine,
that made you feel sad.

I am sorry for being,
being so rude to you,

Nothing in my heart as such.
It's just love and respect that i have for you.

I am sorry for all
For all that made you feel low.

As an super genious couple,
With all decency our relation will surely grow.

I might be kidish at times,
at times i made you feel bad.

Everytime i promise you,
For not to hurt you again, will not make you feel sad.

I assure you this time, will not repeat this again,
Conside me as your wisest wife, not a reason for your pain.

Will not disobey you,
will never make you feel bad.

This is my promise to you,
because of me...you will never be sad.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

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