Regret

For the things, That were untold,

For the times, When you went cold.

For the chances, That you won't get,

For the things, That were left.

For the issues, That give you no gain,

For the memories, With just pain. 

For the eyes, That only cried,

For the paths, Without a guide. 

All is what i am trying to say,

Simple is the thing i want to convey.

Like the sand slipping from a tight clinched wrist,

You want to, But you cannot resist. 

You won't deny,  For this i bet, 

Move on, Be happy or just regret! 

#Sonnet  

Written by: Chetanpreet Singh