The Detriment Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

When the kernel is willing to pardon
The shell doesn't give in,
When the veil is ready to be drawn away
The core pulls back, unable to sway,
While it looks like a scarred bark
The object is in fact, an inscribed cold stone,
None can fix the mark by woodwork,
None can remove the engraved strike,
The detriment remains long graven
And no one knows until when
The irremissible deed shall stay unforgiven.