CORRECTIONS

Everything that must have been erred
Wonder if any needs any amendment
But the senses indulged in a dilemma
If the wrongs really needs corrections

Repenting and sulking upon past acts
Whether those efforts really justified
Or may the forgetful mind go carefree
Its endeavours escaping resurrections

Entangled heart as if lost into a maze
But the attempts to come out go futile
It’s as a cobweb that will not let go free
Hence be prepared with all protections

Yet emotions that bundle themselves
Forming into somewhat like pendulum
Swaying n’ stretching to extreme ends
Instantly between hatred n’ affections

And desires that aspires to be perfect
Assessing the faults and the drawbacks
Only can continuously improvise upon
But can’t get rid of all the imperfections