forgive me

forgive me dear,

dutifullness is the 

frontline where i 

fell from the grace,

failed to recall 

how my fingertips 

should have sat down

when we tried to fight,

forgive me leader,

distress is the long

affair i've ever had

with my heart,

and i adored it to you,

freedom has its cost,

so i made these 

fences my life,

forgive me reader,

non-descript is 

the atmosphere of

the skies under which

i laid jute mattress,

to rest , hold your hand,

in the hope to conciled 

but ended up singing you 

the depressed dirges,

forgive this pleader,

she thought she had 

a reason to reject to

re-kindle and unlock her,

but waxed her hesitancy 

into vulnerability of 'someday' 

and grew her self-distrust

into our sleepcasts of nights,

forgive her dreamer,

do not misread her,

forgive her believer.

- chetna 🌻