Written by Krishen Mohan
That I spoke in careless youth,
You pressed me,
Suffering no fools.
That I spoke in careless youth,
Too much I had been,
Foolish a brute.
That I spoke in careless youth,
This chasm I turned,
Blind my good eye,
That I spoke in careless youth,
No more, I deplore,
Ravenous for truth.
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