Benediction Of The Past! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Poornima Kanasen

In favor to my arrogance,
I took a forcible possession of his feelings,
My logical mind seized the moment as an opportunity,
To forge him to something he is not,
I blindly agreed to what I felt, avoiding carefully to his justification.

Innovation failed amidst practicing perfection,
I chose to oversee his ground,
So far I traveled through his soul,
Numbing his senses, taking his rights in my grasp,

Yet, he never spoke of any disagreement,
For he loved me and chose to see me as I am,
Seeing imperfection in the most finest way,
That is what love meant to him.

I fabricated love in pure domination of him,
For I was blindfolded with my own pride,
As my sky was never meant to be dark,
I walked away with more empty promises and fake desires,

One day, he whispered, as softly as he could,
“No more strength in me, just no more, set me free”
His voice shivering, seeking for mere sympathy, begging for more mercy,
My arrogance shattered, my over-confidence drowned me,

As the benediction of the past, I am not who I used to be,
Simply, it is because I CHOOSE to love with more justice.

K.Poornima