Regret

-Prayash


When it's over, it's over.

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Like a drop that hits the floor,
spilled into a circular patch
turns into an ugly water mark.
Alas, it's the same drop
that shone so bright
and dropped so animatedly.
When it's gone, it's gone.
Like a man who is in haste.
All thinking comes to a halt,
passion overshadows brain.
Mere knowing doesn't stop action.
All that remains is regret then.