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Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Forgive

Forgive my trespasses
I am blind to maps;
forgive the love I give
for poverty forbids other giving;
forgive the word
for silence is for reading and mis-reading;
forgive the silence
when word is tongue-shackled beyond belief;
forgive the grain that I am
I cannot grow into mountain;
forgive me for giving moments
for my life-clock was wrecked
in some auspicious time
when reason was banished
and the wine of love
seized heart.

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    1. Priceless giving.Very beautiful poem.

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  2. Whom are you addressing in this poem? It's so beautiful that it made me cry. Your 'love poetry' must be exquisite!!!!!!!!

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  3. In some auspicious time
    when reason was banished
    and the wine of love
    seized heart....

    Yes that is true. But wine has not Heart. It's like a your angel's heart, yesterday you destroyed.

    Whatever, she will console now. Now she knows, Still you have a heart....

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