Apology

As agreed,

herewith I render my apology over my postings back in October last year (2 Oct) to the soul(s) that might have been hurt over the posting(s), who might have had bad days and some sleepless nights and might also have reputation tarnished.

It had never occured to me to blemish anyone's reputation from that postings. It was just a piece of my literary work.

Please accept the poem written by Elaxander Pope below as my words of apology.

I view my crime, but kindle at the view,

Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;

Now turn'd to heav'n, I weep my past offence,

Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.

Of all affliction taught a lover yet,

'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,

And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?

How the dear object from the crime remove,

Or how distinguish penitence from love?

Unequal task! a passion to resign,

For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.

Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,

How often must it love, how often hate!

How often hope, despair, resent, regret,

Conceal, disdain,—do all things but forget.

And while self-love each jealous writer rules,
Contending wits become the sport of fools:
But still the worst with most regret commend,
For each ill author is as bad a friend.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast,
Nor in the critic let the man be lost!
Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human; to forgive, divine.