Forgive And Forget. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

The soft mellow weather of the autumn
The pollen that residue on the
Weak old bones of the body
Speaks of the freshness of the world

To wait patiently for the hot weather
To overcome.
To see the vast terrain
To forgive and forget
One's own self.
To cure pain by rough hot sun.

To see time and the long shadows
The inclined and the declined ones...too.
And feel free of opinions
Of the east and west.
Will to cure.

Will to live.
To forgive one's own self
Is something one has to learn.
And it is better done in the
Hot tropics than the deceptively expectations
Of the temperatures zones of the world.
Now one knows what to expect
And what to deliver ....