Forgiveness

If it were to be foe, I could bear it; He was my friend; Why should he betray me? In public that too; at the end; I kept him aside like a bone separated from meat, Avoided the rarest of places where our shadows might meet...! Public bus burning case of nineteen seventy seven, Had peculiar facts and fancies fermenting like leaven; My sister and brother-in-law had engulfed by fire, Leaving their only son survived of all dangers dead-dire...! Those survived, like the escapees of great Titanic wreck, Claimed for compensations; wherein my nephew, little speck; With me, as his advocate sought his mother's ornaments, To give him as right of inheritance and sentiments...! My friend, defendant, established as though it's an urchin's, No doubt, our relation, like drought-cracked earth, got deterrence; I worked hard to look-after my nephew; to make him great, He's an entrepreneur now; I felt, I had won my fate...! I wanted to know, why my friend did it for me; for what? You are always for your nephew - he said- who is for that... Friendship should be understood as loving service he said, I understood; cried and embraced him; all differences shred...! Could I call this forgiveness, yet? No. This, indeed, is love. Has loving my friend, any limit? Love comes from above; Giving and taking and supposed agape has its limit, Doesn't forgiveness of less forgiven cross all summit...? 03 July 2022 Forgiveness Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon