The most stupid thing, I regret to have done in my life,
It pains me to the core, injured as if with a sharp knife.
Shouldn’t have met her, lost all my magnetism and power,
For the things I’ve done, I can’t look for any cover.
Not to be blamed, I still believe she is innocent,
Everything wrong with me, I was very ignorant;
But don’t blame me for everything, blame my youth and its terrible impact,
But still I accept there are these young men, who are goal oriented and keep their heads intact.
I was going alone steadfast focused on my goals and my kith and kin,
Then there was that deviation causing a detachment, that was really a sin,
The love or lust for her that’s how I would put it,
Has made me to lose myself, I have been badly hit.
I remember her more times, than my effort to forget,
Still lingers deep in my memory, the first time we met.
At times I eat with a lot of fuss, though I am not on a diet,
One thing to acknowledge, she transformed me into a poet.
She was a great friend, don’t know whether she will continue to be,
I slowly understood life is not bound to these, there are a lot of other things to see,
Refresh, though haunted by old memories and I continue to weed my way out,
Any more fatal attraction, infatuation, I do really doubt.