Poem -

SORRY

FORGIVENESS

SORRY

SORRY

Forgiveness,is it a virtue for the week
Prima facia mercy undeserved seek
Adamant on self judgment ,mistakes
Lifelong grudges ,burdened self inflicts

Anger is never a proud possession
Not righteous,but meaningless pride
Well refusing to give in ,is ever pointless
Nurturing such egos, prevents thy rise.

when grown up child ,provoke your wrath.
Leaving you hurt,instilling repent and rue.
Controlled anger, can prevent self flare up.
Reinvigorate whole night ,inquest your ire.

But ,an early morning SORRY from the child.
You ponder , were you really right and just?
Or you have bleed him for such long hours,
Sorry was ever expected,but when it arrives.

Guilt embraces, as who shouldĀ  truly regret?
Analysis can never be neutral to dispel doubts?
Try and Resolve the depth of all your hurts.
When dearest once’s countered your worth.

Forgiveness and forgive is a divine virtue.
Releases from the hefts down you inside.
To Balance this insane world around.
Always forgive and dispense forgiveness.

Kishore VastaniĀ 

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Being Me

On the whole I agree but there are a few things that just do not deserve forgiveness...ever x

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