May be I choose not to,
May be I am scared.;
It’s hard to forgive one-self,
It’s tough to say I care!
Beyond the world of compulsions,
And over the thought of hatred;
There’s a clout besieging me,
Nothing less than sacred!
I confront on and off,
And still I revere the flow;
Flow of willful surrender
Chased by conflict though!
I do not know sometimes,
Why and where do I head;
Does every life keep going,
meager to earn the bread!
Resentful approach at times,
does pacify the abrasion;
But the very thought of forgiving,
Put back in guilty gyration!
May be I am scared.;
It’s hard to forgive one-self,
It’s tough to say I care!
Beyond the world of compulsions,
And over the thought of hatred;
There’s a clout besieging me,
Nothing less than sacred!
I confront on and off,
And still I revere the flow;
Flow of willful surrender
Chased by conflict though!
I do not know sometimes,
Why and where do I head;
Does every life keep going,
meager to earn the bread!
Resentful approach at times,
does pacify the abrasion;
But the very thought of forgiving,
Put back in guilty gyration!
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