To Err is Human

At first my tears were full of hate.

Alas! I learnt my wrong too late.

 

Drip-

Drip-

Drip-

A constant drive,

Unending,

Adding tortures to pains.

It fans the fire,

Burning,

Until nothing more remains

But the victim who became

The twisted executioner

Through vengeance, hatred and anger,

Like pouring petrol on a flame.

 

Drop-

Drop-

Drop-

A soothing balm,

Comforting,

Stroking sorrows away.

Dear cost of pride!

Sorry,

Though the hardest word to say,

To uncover the divine

Is within our ability.

To transcend our mortality,

No longer ashamed to feel shame.