Am I guilty?
” I am ”
Guilt, the word, you never knew of
Guilt, the feeling, you were decided not to have
But when you know you’re wrong,
though being right
& when the only time, when tears,
roll down for your own deed,
Yes there,
Just that is the place,
where Mr. Guilt lives.
Guilt is nothing like regret
Guilt is strong, not weak
Guilt makes you hate yourself
Guilt makes you hate your deed.
& even if you stop right there
Guilt still lives!
Some night it eats you up
& other days, you learn to live with guilt.
I don’t know of you,
Not do I know a bit of me
All I know is of guilt,
The guilt that comes every night to home,
The guilt that warms me so soon,
The guilt that rolls on my cheeks
The guilt that loves me so much, It’s sick!
& those nights I love it back
Asking my love,
For why so much of love to me?
‘Cause guilt loves me for reasons I don’t know
& I, then again realize,
How true they say,
“Love Haunts You Alive”
-Sana Adhikari Chhetri
