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The right to believe

If you believe in freedom of belief

And believe in your own God too

You should believe in my having

The right to believe in Nothing, yet

By calling me names as an atheist

You exhibit unbelief as a humanist.

Now I’m old

Now I’m old

Cannot do it right or for long hold

Yet with a surprise

Faced with the invite

To deflower

Was vested with superpower.

I was clever

I was clever enough

So could cheat at ease

Everyone else

Save me

As I could not but be

At the receiving end.

List of the undone

A long list of those yet to be done

For the untidily done it’s a longer one

Too long to remember, barring the one

That lists what shouldn’t have been done

That never ever erased from memory

For those cannot ever be undone.

Unscented

Doused with a profuse dose of perfume

Insolently choking with the hefty odor

All men and women of today

Smell the same as they pass by

Yet only for a while

Then turn unscented.

Only regrets

I have only regrets

For all my deeds and mistakes

As I messed it up all in my life

With weal and woe and strife

As the food platter tastes drab

Sans spice also with ones bad.

No regrets

I have no regrets

For all my deeds and mistakes

As I lived a full life

With weal and woe and strife

As the food platter tastes nice

When served with exotic spice.