THE SCARS

Can our eyes see their scars, Which we claim that they made for us, Have we thought of those scars we made, Yes- we made in their hearts permanently? They cannot step out with dignity, Maybe just for an act unknowingly done or filled with stupidity, Nobody will look unto them or their family, Will their grief also come down gradually? Forgiving is not a mistake, It is but an act of kindness, They may have stolen due to poverty, But, yes- My dear Jean Valijean, I know you don't deserve this cruelty. If I wash such a Bishop, I would have purchased an entire bakery for you to satisfy your hunger, But that poor child stole a piece of cake from another, Does this silly act too deserve a reaction filled with anger? I can see repentance in your eyes, And the promises you make to me in the future to be nice, Hope we too could forgive you just by being wise, And make our temper cool down with that cube of ice!