I'm sorry, poor man..

I'm sorry, poor man..

I'm feeling a bit guilty and sorry.

This guy on the road, he was a beggar

And he did ask for money

And he said," it's ugadi, please do give me some money." And I just walked away

With a thought of actually giving something.

I did not give him anything.

But, now that his words are continually echoing in my mind,

In the selfsame tune and words,

I feel sorry.

I feel guilty.

I feel bad.

It is a festival,

As is a new year for the people who follow the local calender.

Everyone deserves something extra when its a festival.

Something nice.

As is custom to actually give something during a festival.

But I just walked away.

Now that I think about it, I feel like I should've given him something atleast.

He was old-looking,

Not so old and yet not so young.

Somewhere in between.

It was a regretful thing.

But as a friend said, "repentance is a phantom that comes too late."

I am feeling guilty.

I could've given something.

I'm sorry...