Forgiveness, she used to say, black and grey
Streams of hair flooding
Her well-mapped face,
Should flow freely like the waterfall
At Palaruvi
Down the rugged rocks
Of hatred and envy- –
Forgiveness, she used to add,
Separates you from sludge- –
But for most of us what cascades forth
Are only heartache and blues- –
Here, forgiveness drowns
In a red whirlpool
Of remembered hurt
But dispensing grace
Palaruvi’s tresses
Are still free and flowing
And her roar echoes in the mist
Following us wherever we go.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

6 thoughts on “Forgiveness

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    An engaging and stylishly languid reminiscence.

    Footnote for the general reader :The Palaruvi Falls is a waterfall located in Kollam district in the Indian state of Kerala. It is the 32nd highest waterfall in India.


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