I pray, You tell me sir,
How would you feel
to become someone's honor?
Well marginally its your honor too
but that's all a bonus
a gift from mistaken owner.
Or perhaps you are being judgmental
worrying way too much
swaying between hard and gentle.
But, oh! This agony
of memories and willed chores
destiny always marks its own course.
I am hurt, I must accept that.
But I have hurt others too.
Not that I intended it.
But what if they never intended too.
After all they too
are fragments of life
which is
as illusionary as you.
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