An Eternal Stain Poem by Shuaib Saifi

When spring arrives, the leafless trees will bloom,
Dry rivers drink again when downpours start;
A desert's void will find a crowded room,
Yet no known cure can heal an injured heart.

A line drawn deep on stone can be erased,
And clouds at last will lift their heavy cover,
Till sun and moon in light are both embraced;
Yet wounds upon the heart are never over.

So if you wish to cause a person pain,
Go strike the leg, the chest, or the backbone —
But breaking trust leaves an eternal stain;
The heart should be untouched and left alone.
If you believe this truth is told in vain,
Wait for your turn until you meet the pain.