I know when I see guilt,
I have weighted it. It felt like lifting a full gas cylinder on one shoulder,
I have traveled it like a road with no end,
Like a nightmare you are running away from a ghost but you never move forward.
I have seen people getting stuck into it
like a quicksand near river Ganges.
I have heard people shouting in guilt like car honking in a traffic jam.
I have sensed the impatience in it like a mother waiting...