The Art of Forgiveness

Words pierce like double edged daggers Our torn soul gladens those muggers. Never expect the pious words of sorry For them, our pain is never a worry. When words and actions never match, Each of their deeds will make a notch. Not on your life bother to bleed mute But no way rush behind them in pursuit. Destiny acquaints us with many people Once they are unmasked, never be a sheeple. Bothering about them drains our power And our life would remain in the hover. Investing hatred and curse is no way better. With a heart of forgiveness make them shatter. When god gave us the ability to cherish memories We are bestowed with the art to forget our worries. Like a barren rock provides nourishment to a plant, Sow the seeds of hope and be diligent like an ant. It cannot be dark always, sun rays are never obscure Its certain that all wounds would once cure. Rise through the crevices and breathe. Let the symphony of nature soothe your scars, for they are symbols of endurance etched in the script of perseverance. -Geethu Prakash