We are neither good
we are neither bad.
In a particular circumstances,
our actions decides that,
our choices defines what
interest that moment we pursue.
On one occasion we feed our senses
On another we resist acting chaste
then we waste our day's
in guilt or in regret.
To err is human,
we are not perfect,
we need realisation
and our own forgiveness
to march ahead.
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