Azure love

A benign mind,

waits to be forgiven,
for the crimes and deeds
committed not by him.

The soul now meshed,
Hanging, to be released,
restless and free,
though wounded and left to bleed.


Chanced upon a stranger,
Who showed the way,
Pounded with glory, peace and love,
Only to take it away.


Who’s the criminal?
The mind, the heart or the foreign skin,
Deep in my thoughts,
I forgive the being.