Everytime my heart aches,
it's because of the deeds
done by mistake,
carrying the mist of sin,
in all minutes I could recover.
Daring to have worked
in favour of those,
whom I listened to regret now.
Bravery could have spared me
from them evil, not
turning me into one.
Wish them freeing from
their evils, but not curse
because it's the conscience
that hurts.
Realising the sin,
having the conscience pricked
within, losing to the good,
here I stand proud.
©sutapa
S