Kalpurush

I'm sorry to the flowers I trampled along the way While I ran for dear life, far far away I'm sorry to the lily pads I carelessly jumped upon When life threw arrows at me while my mind was gone I'm sorry to the buds that died under my feet For I didn't have time to stop nor had time to treat I'm sorry to the cherry blossoms that went unnoticed When I was too busy reading a tapestry, unfocused I'm sorry to the wild ones that got tangled in my ankles Because I never reached out so you pulled me with shackles I'm sorry to the roses and the tulips in the hay That got left behind by a lovers dismay I'm sorry to the ones I've thrown at the feet of idols For I'd have only known devotion like a fifth grade recital I'm sorry to the unborn ones that perished under terror I wasn't there to stop it, and I wish life was fairer I'm sorry, beloved rhododendrons, I'm sorry to the moon I'm sorry I clung to you without melody or tune I'm sorry, dear rafflesia, no one appreciated your worth You had to feed on dead carcasses, yet not symbolised with rebirth.