Should I keep it as a secret?
Or Should I bring it into light?
On me the effect of it is no more
As it was done long before
But the dilemma to reveal it or not
Still persists and pricks me like a piece of thorn
And I bleed as if I am put in between two horns.
If I decide not to conceal it any more
You must call me a jackass I am sure
If I go to keep it as I did till date
Then like a termite eaten piece of wood, will go my fate
Should I or should I not, reveal
Does this dilemma become a greater deal
More than the thing I made called blunder?
Staring up at the blank sky I only wonder!