Compounding The Troubles

Poem By Gajanan Mishra

Compounding the troubles
You arrived at my door
While I am piloting the mirage crashes.

You did not want to have
details of my resignation from
countering terrorism and
beg sorry for the lapses.

I am at my presence to guide
the panel and need your cooperation
that you declined to offer yourself.

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