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Walk a mile in my shoes


I missed your first talk.
I left for office when you first walk.

I couldn’t be with you, first day at school.
I know your dad isn’t that cool.

I was on the way home, when you got injured.
I was really scared when I heard.

I cancelled our plan for the sunset.
I know I owe you my time as a debt.

I wish for a life to live those lost moments.
More than you, I regret my absence.

I was out there to make your future bright.
I want your days ahead to be filled with light.

Coz I’ve been in the darkness and blues.
I'd never want you to walk a mile in my shoes. 
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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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