I am the residue of my mistake,
The convict of my own misdeeds.
Now trying to run away from all this,
But could not find a place to rest.
Thought everything would come at my stake,
But never realized that I am making a mistake.
Was always engrossed in myself,
Self centered and self interested.
Was busy making fame and money,
Forgetting my friends and family.
Believed only in success and victory,
But never realized that these are momentary.
Now the curtain is closing on me,
I sense darknes s in front of me.
Cannot find any way out,
Will I ever be freed from all this? I doubt
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A restless humanity, who in quest for money and materialism has jettisoned virtues which are prerequisites for peace of mind and self actualization. A nice poem well articulated and penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.