Perhaps, you don't speak the truth
about the unseen pain.
Barely in silence, a growing
tree dies to be the sanctuary of life.
It takes love to fight for a change within.
Why don't the fire float like clouds?
Imagine the storms flaring recklessly.
If you can understand the time,
you owe everything to it.
Look beyond what your vision beholds.
After all, forgiving, the hurt is hurt, the cuts you carved in my
heart is never to be forgotten.
Someday you stop seeking forgiveness
and commence healing me.
We heal together as fire purifies woods.
©Hasnath Mubeena AsrafSoudha