A Life Bounded With Regret, 

Each Regret Always a Secret,

The Regrets neither known nor described,

It was Only Later that they are realized

Regrets  always hard to refrain,

 Difficult to sustain

Still remains its effect

 In the small looking heart

The regrets of life,

 We desired to live.

Regrets of the dream, 

 We dream to achieve.

Regret of the idea,

We thought to pursue.

Regrets of the pain, 

We wanted to rescue.

Regrets Of the laugh,

Which lasted for a short-while,

Regrets of pleasures,

Which ended in no time.

The regrets of loss,

The loss of love,

The feel to love,

The feel to be loved.

Regrets of the efforts,

Which could have been more,

Regrets of the problems ,

Which could have been solved.

Regrets of the feel,

 Which could have been felt

And Lastly 

Regrets of the End,

Which could have been changed.

                                                      @ramta jogi


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