there dallies a small inkling:

the power to change or withhold

the chance to fold or grow old

and never know…

although something inside


that Regret will not crow proudly

and Instinct will

 remain the

truest guide.


4 thoughts on “inkling

  1. Thought provoking little poem. I would take the chance every time. I don’t ever want to regret what I should have done.

  2. Ekanthika says:

    Amazing poem simply mesmerizing

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