Reset Poem by Azitej Anand

If there would be a Reset button in me,
I would Reset it:
Reset it,
Reset it on my lost days;
Reset it on the day, when I was there
standing wrong for my loved ones:
Reset it for the needy hands,
That needs me, but I was not there:
Reset it on my infant stage,
When I was deeply touched with my
motherland;
Reset it on each day, each sphere;
When I wept for my loved ones:
Reset it for rectifying the wrong
judgement of our nation;
Bless me God, with Reset button,
I would like to serve Humanity,
With the essence of Reset divinity: