Thursday, 19 June, 2008

Mercy


For every soul so sweetly loved
Comes a moment that deeply hurts..
Hurt, we do, but never realise
Fathoms deep goes the trickling blood.
The rose knows not how it hurts
Of its bloom, yes, its proud..
Dont I make them happy she thinks
But alas the pricks she knows them not..
Is there a way to undo the wrongs?
Ask for mercy, forgive and forget..
But nails on a wall still leaves the lesions
Pardon one may but leaving the wounds.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

:) excellent. highly "relate-able".

Anonymous said...

Its beautiful Jiya...
Really liked this one!!!

Sheethu said...

nice one Jiya...simple and sweet...keep writing..

Anonymous said...

too gud jiya....
i love the rythm thatz there thru out the poem....
it hurts somewhere wen u read it, to know that the lesions will remain on the wall....a very beautiful poem jiya....

GhosH said...

Beautiful, the rhyme and the presentation. keep going:)

jiYa said...

@everyone...
Thanks.... Its great (and such a relief :) ) to know that others too relate to what you feel.... :)