Feel Sorry

I say sorry I read and read It was passion over dead With intense desire of having closeness And gloomy thoughts on face You wish to perform Many things and inform But earthly, it is not possible People may take as you mad man and create trouble We fill poetry with intense words And they speak to lords Over demise With despair and surprise The shock might prove intense And make you tense Over the loss of dear one Such kind of sadness can be experienced by none I shall rather go to graveyard And whisper a word In her memory And say"sorry"