Like counterfeit notes
They come stealthily
Memories of the grave mistakes
Shaming our eyes and mind
Have to be hoarded and
Smuggled out Secretly
Those who suffered our atrocities then
Were knocking the doors loudly
We could have behaved differently
In the memories thrown away long ago
How can we search them
For seeking forgiveness
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