Sorrow pierced my heart like fiery edged sword,
Like a crying cloud, tears flooded my fine cheek,
Water dropping into my marrow echoes loudly,
And the world stood still with amazement, watching my pathetic mood.
I had run ahead my shadow,
Thinking I have cheated the worst,
Yet I met my nemesis ahead me,
Clinging to the hem of my stained garment
Even now, he consoles my distress soul.
The world is too small to run ahead my shadow,
My bittered heart criticized my timid soul.
My soul couldn't help but to confessed,
"Had I known, I wouldn't have embarked on the journey.
Had I known, I wouldn't have raced with devil's advocate.
Here am I paying miserable coins to my psyche."
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