Saturday 19 July 2014

No ill will




 

My beloved slipped away;

She must have reasons to.

My best friends didn’t trust me;

They must have reasons to.

My lieutenants turned traitors;

They must have reasons to.

My witnesses turned hostile;

They must have reasons to.

My brothers washed their hands.

They must have reasons to.

My children have sent me to the asylum;

They must have reasons to.

My spouse had hidden things;

She must have reasons to.

My parents had biased against me;

They too must have reasons to.

I bear no ill will, while leaving.

02.05.2005

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