Sunday, July 29, 2012


No, I don’t have the right to feel bad
Be sad and mad at the happy lad

It was my own choice
I preferred not to rejoice

Merrily they went
Covered with sweet scent

The same I was
at a corner in the class

I had no reason to repent
to shout and to vent

I had done the same to him
Over and over I had repeated the sin

Left him alone each time
So that I could dance, dine and wine

Now it was his turn
He showed me how I had left him to mourn

He had the right to feel bad
and his chance now to be glad

I have neither any regrets
nor any plan to take wickets !

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