Guilt

Sleep evades the mind, like an eel at hand;
Food avoids the tongue, like unknown land;
Thoughts drown the soul, in its quick sand;
How could anyone ever take this stand?

Time would perhaps let the guilt seep,
Healing the wounds that lie so deep,
Think aplenty before making a leap,
'Cause what you sow is what you will reap.

-Sandeep

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