remorse

Remorse
M.Jufri*

Brain gets free
Heart cries like raining
No words can be born
Except, why and why

Soul, like number “One”
Life as if waited for doomsday
Extremely, not being composed
O……!!!! remorseful men!!

In life no having target
A small angel emerges
While whispering.

“O……fettered soul!!
Leave away your remorse blanket
Weak up from worry and fear!”

Beg to him
A universe creator.

The only him has
And definite, he will answer it.


He is English Department, seventh semester. Now he is a musyrif of Averous dormitory.