Guilt

Lying on the bed,
my eyes fixed on the ceiling
a thousand emotions runs over me
a havoc it causes in me...
Of things done and
abstained from doing..
of words uttered and failed to...
of feelings hurt...
Here i lie on this silent night
looking at my own personal devil
I see the things i did...
Rising over me from deep inside
a feeling of guilt rides over...
Feeling low indeed, it makes you...
depraved of smiles, it acts to be...
Silently recalling my own act
i lay here...
trying to settle the inner trauma...

by Raniyal Niyada

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The theme presented in the previous sonnets continues, but this time the poet states his case using a mercantile conceit. It is simply bad business for the young friend to spend his beauty's legacy on himself. Nature's account must be settled properly, and this can only be accomplished through procreation
The youth is urged once again not to throw away without regard the beauty which is his to perfection. It is Nature's gift, but only given on condition that it is used to profit the world, that is, by handing it on to future generations. An analogy is drawn from money-lending: the usurer should use his money wisely. Yet the young man has dealings with himself alone, and cannot give a satisfactory account of time well spent. If he continues to behave in such a way, his beauty will die with him, whereas he could leave inheritors to benefit from his legacy.
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