I am sorry me, for I'm hindrance to your glee. I'm the most perfect sinner and named you my perfect sin I'm here to apologies, not to flee, I am sorry me. For I'm not the perfect body but You, An ideal soul deserves a perfect one There are well wishers for you My apologies to treat you like burden When all along I was your hobby. What if I listen to you? Not making a fuss Listening a word or few What if you guide me Making mistakes but shaping the right me. the world, the god neither of them Let me Start listening us again. -TARA🪴