TSL prompt:
A poem on Forgiveness that I am challenged to write

April 17, 2020

Where do I begin?
Do I begin by asking my mom to forgive me
for putting up with my tantrums
as a child
or not helping her out with the chores
or my dad for not making him glad
with the best of my scores
or not being the daughter of their dreams?

Do I seek forgiveness from my husband
for failing to appease and please him
or for coping with my meaningless chides?

Or my kids for gnawing away
in the remorse of my maternal guilt
by ignoring their ingenuous deeds
failing naively to notice the little nuances
that elicit heed.

Or to Mother Earth
for making her bleed from this worldly fever
of unscrupulous ravenous pangs of human
tainting her with the smokes of human

Forgiveness is a blessing.
Blessed are those who are forgiven
and still blessed the ones who forgive.

Man is not a master of time
but a servant of his own misgivings,
a slave of his own judgment
where in this mortal life
forgiveness like a double-edged knife
teaches him
treats him
Cures him
Forgiveness is the exquisite essence
of human fragrance,
the ultimate superiority of inferior mankind.

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh

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