Forgiveness

...then my lovely woods,
insane for a dainty dawn,
when some early rays in stray, shattered,
sprinkling dew drops,
woke up into the wings of breeze.

i was strolling in my garden,
when some buds with drunken fragrance,
unfurled into a bunch of blossom,
to sip the cent of morning dew.

with a dizzy spell i walked ahead.

when i saw them sprightly dance
in a sublime thrill,
i stretched the mighty hand
to twist the powerless stalk,
granting not a single word to talk.

a single squeeze!
my fingers crushed it down.

on throb, two throbs, then some whispers
went out from her silken petals,
as easy as her death:
'now i leave my trail of fragrance
as a token of lofty pardon
behind the paths you trailed ahead.'

by chayamsu v r

Comments (10)

It's one of the few poems that brings me to tears.
I won an oratory contest reciting this many years ago can’t remember what grade but it was in our reader.
I love this poem because my grade 9 literature teacher read it so beautifully I'll never forget. I'm 70 now. That's a great teacher!
One t'ing dat double-jointed leetle Bateese will be is a sitter for Ireland's Got Talent
When I was in Grade six, my teacher, as a form of discipline, made me memorize and recite this poem before the class. I did it. Never forgot the poem. In fact, on my 60th birthday, a friend from those years gave me a copy of Leetle Bateese, with a note: Remember.
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