Remorse Poem by Harsh Joshi

When thou are upset with me,
when my soul burdened be.

Then I find the time,
being the same, As for mine,
Soul that looks never fine.
Joy, that never has pleasure's sign.

Thou! Friend, easily content,
Need no laws, to repent?

I dwelt alone,
in the world of moan
Untill thou came with your spark,
thou, took me out of moaning dark

When thou are upset
the world looks, As I never met,
with it's those happy moments,
which are now far behind
To see them, I with eyes, am still Blind! !