Carving along the life's path,
I turn around and see,
the carved path left behind.
Zig-zag to the straight,
and left to the right.
Up to the downhill,
and big to the small rill.
Gentel to the steep,
everything visible in one peep.
Wish I could change few,
which would have lied me something new.
Wish I could have done better,
whose path I closed as shutters.
Wish I could held supporing hands,
which guided me when I had stands.
All wishes come along as rushes,
changeless fact do all the washes.
I kneel down with repent,
you need to learn that is what it meant.
Strinking sun-rays hit my face,
realizing me the current place.
I see the path yet to discover,
rewinding past become guiding shover.
Fresh spark make me to meticulously carve,
so that I dont repent again,
when I turn back to see over-again.
---sumana
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