I Regret
P Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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I was in dark
I believed the money I make could buy me
All that I need in lIfe for pleasure and peace
My body is now a playground of illness
and soul a prisoner of Trojan War in it
Now when everybody looks at me in scorn
And call me in despise 'miser' I regret
Had I spent enough on food and drink,
Clothes and merry-making
And for alms-giving
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