Contritions


Regrets I have a million
Times when I should have held back
Times when my hands should have frozen
And fallen limp, fallen slack.
Roads that I passed
The thoroughfares I ignored
Every time my ears fell deaf
As my heart and reason implored.
Doors that were left unopened
Windows untouched, stood still
For no one had glanced through the wooden frames
None had had the courage, the will.
Hands that were held 

Fingers tightly intertwined
But those that lost grasp, fell apart
In ways no one had divined.
Words that were on my lips
Ones I could have uttered loud
Those which remain unheard now
My voice is lost in the crowd.
I wish I could return
16 years in the making
Run from the setting winter
Settle in the arms of spring.
-Pratyush Singh

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