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Wish the time could pass

Wherever I go, a load feels over my mind.

My weighing machine could not

Spot the difference.

I could never offload.

Neither happiness nor sorrow

could ever dissolve that.

Had never felt guilty

of my deeds for so long.

Wish I had been good to her.

Wish we had never met.

Wish I were not ignorant of

my deeds for long.

Wish she had erased her

memory of me.

Wish I could get a good sleep at last.

Wish any supreme being had

its presence since

being among the fellow humans

makes me vulnerable.

Empathising with people who’ve

killed self.

But I don't want the end for now,

while life contains possibilities.

I will overcome guilt because

time may pass.

Will I ?

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