What Is Sorry?

What is sorry?

Just a word

Banking power immense

Like a sharpened sword

It would shred

All the mistakes

And the frowns buried

Making all good

In just an instance

What is sorry?

Just a word

I remember I used

As preached by my mom

When I broke

My dad’s glasses

She reached my ends

To my ears

And uttered S.O.R.R.Y.

The five lettered phenomenon

Along with me

Marvelous was the magnitude of effect

That he hugged me back

Worst of the deed forgiven

All of a sudden

What is sorry?

Just a word

For me it had been

An excuse easily taken

As I messed in the lab

Wailing on the project of chemistry

Doing the prank of the history

Burning the snooty girl’s hair

Putting her into despair

Using the word in compliance

With my best puppy dog face

Immediately all was good

That too with a grace

What is sorry?

Just a word

Very casually used

Whenever I broke a heart

In my early teens

Spilled the golden word

Like they were tiny beans

I would have surely hurt

When the former felt

That I really didn’t meant

But for the span

Damage was undone

My misdeed forgotten

What is sorry?

Just a word

I used it as a wand

At my convenience

To fulfill need, desire or want

To excuse from work

To escape my boss’s wrath

It was so easy to escape

My records still in shape

Promotions and increments

Swayed my way

Thanks to the confabulated miracle

What is sorry?

Just a word

I knew I could use

After all the fun I’d profuse

So I ignored all the calls

Coming my way

From my wellsprings

Who always pondered

For my wellbeing

But when the time came

I was put to such a shame

My deed, my dependent

Had turned the bless into a curse

As I saw my originator

Covered in a sheet white

Head to toe

Delayed to be hospitalized

For her son thought

Everything could be forgiven

With just a word

What is sorry?

Just a word

But can he use it now

To the person in front

Looking accusingly in the mirror

It was my wrong

I played along

When I was needed the most

I was lost, apologizing

My own souL

In a false world

Created on my own

No word, no sorry

Could ever defy

As the person I loved

In my front lay

Wish I could

For once truly to her say

That I was indeed very very sorry.

What is sorry?

Just a word

No! I simply denied

To my for year old child

I cuddled him

On my laps to explain

The lesson I learnt

From irreparable losses of life

A biggest treasure

I want him to inherit

Never to take for granted

For everything is valued

And has a special place

To be used as delectable

For it was not just a word

It will mean a world

To him one day…..

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