Rajeev Verma
Forgiveness is a flower soft and mild,
That smiles even when the world turns wild.
Crushed beneath footsteps of hurt and blame,
Yet spreading beauty all the same.
Its petals tremble, its heart may ache,
But kindness is the trail it continues to make.
For anger burns like a raging flame,
While forgiveness heals without a name.
It holds no poison, carries no spite,
It turns the darkest wounds to light.
It whispers gently to the broken soul—
“Let go the weight, make your spirit whole.”
Like flowers that bloom despite the rain,
Forgiveness rises above every pain.
A strength that softens, a grace that frees—
A fragrant wind through life’s rough seas.
So be the blossom that never hates,
That even when crushed, still elevates.
For hearts that forgive are hearts that shine,
Spreading a scent that is pure, divine.
RAJEEV VERMA 