Thoughts of the Flawed

When time comes to say goodbye,

We cry to soothe the pain in our hearts,

Am I less human because I shed no tears?

We make no effort to see the living,

Yet we find time to see the dead,

Am I allowed to regret the lack of memories?

The pain, the hurt, the emotional scars carved over decades,

We forget them in a second,

Am I foolish to repent over the mistakes of childhood?

When Death visits and wraps his ghostly claws around my neck,

Am I allowed to tell him no?

Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra