I AM SORRY

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'SORRY' - ISN'T IT THE MOST OVERUSED AND OVERRATED WORD? A WORD MEANT TO HEAL THE BROKEN HAS NOW FALLEN TO SUCH A STATE THAT IT HAS LOST ITS MEANING.
IT WILL ALSO NOT BE FAR-FETCHED TO CALL IT THE MOST MISUNDERSTOOD WORD TOO.
HERE IS A POEM WHICH ALSO INCLUDES IT.
WAS THIS 'SORRY' TRUE TO EMOTIONS OR ANOTHER IMPROPER USE OF IT ?
LET ME KNOW.. 🙂



Walking down the road of souls,
I found a strange flower one day.
It fascinated me and I picked it up,
so that with me, it could forever stay.


A flower so beautiful, it rivalled the gems.
An essence so pure- no less than a flame.
It was a piece of a godly art,
in front of it, everything was lame.


Little did I know, it had thoughts,
of wanting unending affection.
It tried to bloom the best it could
and always flourished in my direction.


"But what was love if not returned?"
was the question the flower asked itself.
Day by day, it lost the bloom
and into the void, it started to delve.


It was all my doing that it met such fate
and it teared me up when its cry I heard.
I am sorry for its ravaged life,
But again sorry is a very small word.




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