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Apologies



My dear soulmate

Sorry, I made you wait

Late night on Sundays

While watching those old plays

Leaving the chat midways

Forgetting your birthdays

Skipping those 'okays'

Ignoring you always


Sorry, I made you sob

For a worthless job

That never was mine

I lost my lifeline 

For family's guideline

with societal constraints

and their petty complaints

that grew your hates 

and closed all gates


Sorry, I broke your heart

untied the knot

and tore it apart

Sorry, I never gave a thought

that one 'not'

would later pain a lot

enough to die on spot

Dying is simple, living is hard

as hard as looking at your wedding card

arranged in colours, bright and starred


I am sorry my dear love,

I kept my passion prior and above

I chose my family over your love

I didn't face them and kept silent thereof

I left you halfway 

but didn't get rid of 

your memories, 

I am cursed with agonies 

that has no remedies

please, hate me but not as enemies

can't change the reality with these sorries

so wishing you joy and lots of melodies

I am really sorry, please accept my apologies.


                                                                  - Manish Kumar Tinku




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  1. That touches my heart ❤️ Hope you are fine. Keep up the process of writing amazing content. Really loving it.

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  2. That's straight from a broken heart ❤️

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    1. Sending Lot n Lot's of Love... Infinite amount of❤️
      Thanks

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