Regret the Prison

Forests of regret find him, find him in prison,
This is yours too, a discovery of division.

Yes, he is in the workshop of labour,
He is not me at all, but a lover.

We regret the folly, we are hurt, we had lost.
But now our tribulation has taught, has cost.

poem by Naveed Akram
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