shame....guilt....ride high...
as yet again i sigh....
curse my bad luck as much i can...
but know i do, things didn't go as per the plan...
no distractions...diversions this time...
only this guilt..making my existence sublime...
said a wise soul...ride too high and you shall fall...
these beautiful things are not for you to enthrall...
determine your path of recovery...
and hope it will lead to fruition's discovery...
a wounded soul...battle-withered it lies...
yet it yearns to fight...with dreams it flies...
give me my sword of success...
not today shall i digress....
give me courage my noble friends...
coz this is where the feebleness ends...
pray for me..for i have on my mission left...
so that i bring back my accolade...leaving none bereft...!!!
:)
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