Let There Be No Regrets

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

A mistake,
A part of the past,
A lapse, a blunder,
Which in the present,
Owns no space;

 Heart is a tender being in itself,
That owes us no favours,
That we kill it with regrets,
And force upon it,
The feelings of utter anguish and demur;

 The wrong steps in the past,
Are but our mind's misjudgements,
Or time's miscalculations,
Or simply the heart's erratic move;

 Let not a rotten fragment,
Or a foul memory,
Affect the present,
Let not what's faux pas
Let not your qualms,
Be a part of what's beautiful,
Love,
It is innocent,
Angelic and pristine,
Let's not the self-reproaches,
sway around,
My beloved,
Do not regret, contrite not,
Let our souls play their part,
Let them savor their wedlock........ 

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