Down The Memory Lane

Down the memory lane, I realized the value of something that I’ve lost;

I regret, I cry, I wince in pain of course at my own cost.

In my tough time I need a shoulder to cry on and few comforting hugs;

But to my misfortune my own people have swept me under the rugs.

“Stop crying over spilt milk.” is something I’ve always learnt;

But it aches when your dreams are shattered, your career is burnt.

Taking a decision and regretting is something I resist;

I know I’ll just be adding up more agony to the list.

Down the memory lane, I realize the value of something I’ve lost.

Pain has taken over me now; I am gone for a complete toss.