sorry forever

My uncovered sins,

before being spotted

by some body

always comes to my notice first.

I try to brush out them

like wiping dirt

with a piece of cloth

hideously.

The dirt vanishes

but the story of that mess

recalls me the other day,

I see some thing new

 being added.

All those happenings are

still lay hidden

on the window of

my memory.

If the mess seems too stubborn

like a loved lost relation

my fightings become tough

 and take a new turn .

With a condition that

if I win

I`ll preserve the piece of cloth

for ever

to smell

the fragrance of victory over sorrow

otherwise

If I defeat

myself will declare a  person

unfortunate

through out my life.

Truly

I am defeated before the dirt of memory.

the dirt shpes to a real dart

to frighten me.

Again a question shakened me,

Is this mind  a lay out

of any sort of  canvas?

it is neither a piece of drawing paper

nor a piece of cloth

then what ?

Still then here

 a sin is planted once

it remains alive for ever

to remind me

once upon a time

I was some body else.

My attempt to brush it out

has  always remained invain,

and my helplessness cries

like a lost child for ever.

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