Imagine there was no such thing as
Forgiveness
And you had to be a
Witness
To your own condemnation
No chance of redemption
For all eternity
One must die endlessly, it’s been said,
For life is creative
Indian sages
Making spaces
Where thought
Is out of its depth
The cobra sheds
Its skin
Two or more times in
A year
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Thanks to Tagore for the inspiration.
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Comments1
A good message. Many people have difficulty with forgiveness. It is often confused with forgetfulness. I try to forgive for my own sake, but I do not forget.
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