do not mistake my silence
for forgiveness
unsaid words
are my only shred of dignity
where memories still flash back
like the aroma of naan
fresh from the tandoor
though poetry ran through our veins
stories of our ancestors
whispered deep into the nights
and the vision of magical beauty
resurrected
around bonfires
tea-filled glasses
only remained an elusive mirage
still you wandered off
to sacred lands, to the beyond
without a thought
of appeasing a broken heart
shredded
minced
as you frequently did
to many before
(and after me)
though this time round
you chose a formidable opponent
within the softness of appearance
lies a an unbreakable spirit
that refuses to crack
or to bow before you
(the consequence of dejected devotion)
it will only be when
i forget
(you)
that you may consider
yourself
forgiven
***
[continued and concluded from the first lifetime & turn around]
SONYA KASSAM 
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for sharing this creation.
There is so much more to the depth of everyone’s experience. Seldom do we know what silence protects and what words mask.
A beautiful creation.
All good wishes,
robert
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Do not forget or forgive
build burning memories into a forge
arise like a phoenix from flames of light
His first word revealed was “read”
yours is “write”
The shade of distant stars
are no shield from your rage
before your torn heart can be healed
mine must be found.
there is no mistake in your silence
nor relief from past friends in the secret place
cast out from holy lands
“First return what was stolen
then, plead like a beggar
before the gentle iron
you thought was alone”
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I like the way you portrayed the poem. It’s thoughtful and gives a strong message. Way to go Sonya. :)
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Thank you Ranu!
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