Of the last few years...

I made blunders,

But again, my mistakes are my best lessons.
I had my flaws,

Which put me at least in trail of precision!
I had never been fine at following diktat,

Yet I was not the same forever.

I may not be perfect,

Yet I never left a prospect

I may not be a pristine,
But, I am not the fiend.
Its me , raising up with the new sun.

I tried the dream of desire,

But could not face the defeat.

Sometimes I am hasty,
When I am lost.
I may have peccadillod,
But now I come clean,
Forgive my audacity,
I am a baffled friend.

If you have the heart,

And the desire to exonerate,

And yet not to set me gratis,

From the belief you masked,

Even in adverse conditions.

If pardon is your word to break the silence,

I am loyal is what I stand dependable.