Forgiveness...

                                                   Forgiveness

None of the instant coffee, can

made it

As some sorts of trust are pouring

on the bed

They were standing like imitates of

takers

Who can take a bet of being honest

of own

Time crossed and they façade each

other

As expected they were hurriedly

explaining

All consequence were cleared and

Now,

They were standing and trying to

to ask for

Forgiveness