THE GHOST OF YOUR SINFUL ACTS

My truthful words seem falsehood,

 Intended to assault your womanhood,

 Therefore, I prefer to keep mum,

 Confine myself in the seclusion-gloom.

                                                                  

Still, I don't know what hurts,

 Your woman sentiments,

 You shout out at intervals from outside,

With your voice hoarse and loud.

 May be it is the ghost,

 Of your sinful acts of the past,

That chases you every now and then,

 And compels you to cry in vain.

दिल सोर करता है, 

पुरजोर करता है, 

जब हम पाप कोई कर  जाते हैं,

और अपना विवेक से मात खा जाते हैं। 

पर घमंड कहाँ मानता है ?

हम कहाँ किसे कुछ कह पाते हैं ? 

बस चुपचाप रोते रहते हैं, 

रोते रोते मर जाते हैं। 

NOTE .Its a truth that the ghost of our sinful acts( both intended and unintended) of the past chases our good conscience and we try to justify those acts through arguments with ourselves.