I Die by Ragini Puri



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Theme : Death
I Die
by Ragini Puri

Like Byron said -
'I regret my youth'
or the follies should I say
bizarre, stupid and uncouth.
So - to atone the follies I cry,
to ease the pain, I die.

Let's leave this here then.
There's no other regret though
The world is nice
barring a few
The wounds left open, for vultures to pry
And to ease this pain, I die.

February 3, 2008

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