At The End Of The Day

at the end of the day
alone at last
I think of the way
the day went passed

did i plan it
the way it went?
or do i need to repent
for the things that made this day
the last for me in this world?

by Saurabh Som

Comments (3)

There is something mysterious about your poem. I am greatly impressed by it.
hope for the best in everyday and any other day...............
I ask the same things nicely written