Compassion

by Shernaz Wadia

You tried to sink my spirit

in the merciless surge

of your hatred - intense,

dark, venom dripping

Your careless whispers

tattooed my image

with obscene graffiti and

with fabricated scandals

ripped off character

Injured, crushed, hushed,

a static pendulum, I hung on

by the threadbare skin of faith

Flotsam in the currents

of worldly shallows

I’ve shattered the shame you

coiled around my self-esteem

I wanted to hate you; instead

I send you forgiveness and peace

From the freeways of love

Because you, I, we all are

Divine children of the Universe

10-Apr-2021

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Comments on this Poem

It is indeed gratifying to receive such an indepth comment and appreciation of the poem, Venkatesh. When readers can relate to the theme of a poem, there is nothing more to ask for. Thanks.

Shernaz
17-Apr-2021 22:36 PM

Dear Ramesh, thank you very much for your appreciation

Shernaz
17-Apr-2021 22:33 PM

Wonderful Poem !
Though the Poem can be read at different levels, my understanding relates to :

That Quintessential Capacity
Peculiar Only To A Woman
To Give Birth And Utterance
Again And Again
Despite The Distress of The Evening Shadows Telling
That The Dark Has Come.

Moreover, when Compassion becomes an Article Of Faith in this Temple of Life, what wonder even if Gods descend to taste the Nectar of Forgiveness.

Venkatesh Emani
16-Apr-2021 01:53 AM

Wise ending of a great mind for the common good is appreciated!

T A Ramesh
10-Apr-2021 12:14 PM