Forgive, Never Forget Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Forgive, Never forget,
To be wise;
Only dull-head
Forgives and forgets
To calm inner commotion
And resile to childhood,
Now, today, forever;
It is suppressed state,
A void enforced,
A ravage of the nature's course
To white-wash soul
With ugly void
And lose own weight
And distinct colour,
In rich variegated world;
A eunuch
Who evades live strains,
A tasteless creature,
How envisions kaleidoscopic sights,
Of the life's rich stocks
Of unending experience?

Forgive, never forget,
To be wise;
Only stupid fool
Never forgives and never forgets,
Only contrives plots
And plays dirty tricks
In patent outrage of nature's sage course
And falls to own dragnet
Of schemes and counter-schemes;
Waiting wolves and foxes,
Devour him;
He burns alive
In hellish fire
Of hate, anger and passion;
His soul shatters
With shattered peace
And dissolves in dysthymia
In bloody speed
Along the glidder walks of life;
He makes and unmakes new hells
Of blood and passion
And boils in couldron
Of disenchantments.

Forgive, never forget,
To be wise;
Let nature take her own course
To ripe,
To shape
In right environ,
To creep along
The memory's lanes
In patient wait for time
To cool passions,
To digest events
In nature's plural avatar;
Life sprouts
In passion's pulp
In the time's slow burning fire;
Fruit ripes

In nature's slow pace
In sweet grace
To meet the quiet needs
Hatched
Deep down the silence
Of quiet confinements
Of nature's justice
To meet cause and effect,
To fill the empty bowl
Of unfulfilled desires.

Foragive, never forget,
To be wise;
Nature marches in slow-times
In leisurely pace
To her goal
In resolute strides;
Haste tastes waste,
And crumbles
Providential designs
In premature abortions
Of still-born emotions;
Plots
In formative state
In time's womb,
Rapture
And spew disgraceful
Human wastes
Of forced efforts;
Partience pays
In full measure
And nature blooms in own leisure
In her bounty,
In her beauty
In refreshing symmetry
In all her flourish
In full swing;
The heat of emotions sublimates
To diving light
Through the course of time
To dawn peace and balance
Again in the world;
The slipped disc of evolution's backbone
Finds its place in due course.