Pardoned for my plea?

Would you stay? if I be your follower..

Who finds hope in all—that seems over,

May be just hang around-hover,

It isn’t about you-the known, it’s about me-the knower.

You have the freedom to refuse,

As much as I take this right to choose;

But since there’s no war, no truce,

May this world’s myriad faces—

 never cease to be your muse….

And that’s my plea....

In retrospect, somehow, when I sink again

It’s only in my mind, I see refrain,

May be it’s my illusion of some lost faith – you regained

Of a wound that never was, but still it pained….