Oh!
What an evil thing regret is…
Like a cloak of thrones,
Pricking the soul to bleed,
Mocking the luck of a blinded man’s deeds,
Grave of dreams gifted to lit and sleep,
Regret-
What an evil thing it is!

Her glistening eyes whispered;
Whispered the message of love
Woman of strength,
Woman of power,
Woman of care,
Woman I love,
Mother,
The one I love,
Weep not,
Weep not
Sunken eyes and pale face,
But,
Don’t you look beautiful,
As yet?
Wipe your tears and smile to the wind,
Son of yours,
Will soon be freed;
Freed of grief and only grief,
For,
Regret,
Guilt,
And shame,
Will eternally ruin
A noble being,
You thought I was,
And yes,
I was,
I was,
I was,
Until the devil’s lightening,
Struck my head,
And I shook the blood,
Of an innocent lad.
Your child has sinned.
I have sinned.
I have sinned.

Now,
Behind the bars,
I see no light,
I fear darkness, mother,
I see no light.
Ticking of the clock,
So sharp and so loud,
Minutes for my heart,
To beat so sound.

I met a girl once then,
Begging for cents,
I ignored, mother,
I ignored, then.

They rushed in,
The men in suits,
And shaved my calf,
For a vein in loops.
I close my eyes and,
Pray with heart,
Will it hurt, mother?
I fear death.

When he screamed the pain of death aloud,
That rainy, pitch black night,
Thunder rolled over,
And,
Drowned the sound,
Oh!
I was not right!

I met a man once then,
Begging for cents,
I ignored, mother,
I ignored, then.

Your face loomed beyond shadows,
A hug I yearned, for no more tomorrows!
I wanted to flee to you,
Like those days I did,
When you stood by the school’s gates,
Waving at your kid.
And,
I see no Linda,
Beside you, today,
Wagging its tale, and,
Barking her way.
I threw her food,
Just like yesterday,
I should have fed her, mother,
I should have made her day…

Music, you wish,
Red, you love,
But,
No red dress you have got,
Music visited not our place,
Mother,
I was not so great…

Sigh!

Regrets are but evil fools!

They drag me out and,
Take off my boots,
I love that pair,
You know I do.
I crawl down to grab it tight,
They kick me hard, mother,
I see you cry.
You fall in your knees,
To touch me once,
I feel complete, mother,
I want to hold on.
You hug me tight and lift me up,
I recall the school’s day number one…
You hold me tight,
Till I say good-bye,
And lead me there-
A warrior’s ride!
Will it hurt, mother?
I fear death.
But no bloody murderer fears death.
Alas!
I’m not a bloody murderer,
No,
I’m not!
But,
I have sinned.
I have sinned.
I have sinned.

I leave you two cents and,
An aged brown bun,
Lend the girl,
Lend the man,
Feed the dog.
I am no bloody murderer, mother,
I am a kid.
Just your loving kid…