I had thought I had no time to spend
Guilt festered in the hand I did not lend
Why should I give? Why should I share?
Why should I help?! Reality does not care
Those kind words I did not say
The people I did not greet; the friends I did not make
All for the fear of being rejected, cast out!
Too late to regret racing that route
Cowardice led me to cynicism
It takes courage to be an idealist
Cowards are those who survive to the end
But survive and thrive as an idealist
Perhaps you could be happier…?
Hi Harshita! I have read all your poems and they are outstanding. I love your poems. Your level of thinking is beyond the horizon
Thank You Fathima