The midnights remind me,
Of all the wrongs I did,
All the miseries I caused.
Times when I wasn't sorry,
My past mistakes I failed to care about;
These pending apologies,
Will someday cause my demise.
My crimes won't let me live,
They strangle me to death each night,
Yet I survive just to hate myself,
I disappointed everyone who thought I was kind.
Now I'll wait,
For all the wrongs to come back to me in full circle,
For me to face the outcomes,
And be released from my blunders.
Saumya Thapliyal
















