Monday, 23 June 2014

Regrets of the past




                                   
I had left my land, my abode, 
Many valuables, many pursuits,         
All, in times, with little regrets            
Like adults fleeing their mothers.        
Women I had fallen in love with        
Stay still with me in thought.
I still bethink myself of them  
Like mothers for their young ones.
13.06.2004

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