haven’t anything to forget
but a lot to forgive
the fields left behind
untilled
will not be cultivated in near future
but you can till them
grow
whatever you want
freedom, yes, freedom is what you wanted
enjoy
freedom from my prayers
freedom from my expectations
freedom
from the responsibilities
i thought belonged to you
scars are deep
and have started to heal
let us not scratch them
i can only pray
and will always pray
i prayed in the past too
the glow
around the lakes of love
is nothing but reflections of my prayers
like floating lamps in that lake
one, which had dried then
when you had taken your herd of sheep
to graze on a green deep pasture
now sheep have returned,
pasture has dried
lake is indifferent
and i am painting
writing
walking and smiling
with new hopes
from new soldiers in the war
against my inner doubts