While raising the finger
I could remember
Nobody chased me as yet
Even for more horrific and scandalous sins
I did…
As if
There were none
Sharper and even more
Complex integrity
So far.
As if
I have witnessed self
Utter disloyal
On the reflex.
As if
I haven't learnt to
Forgive
As yet.
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