Forgiveness

One Idyllic afternoon,
an assembly of assorted
roses, lillies and other magicians
tried many a trick on me,
to convince.

I sat there unmoved.

A flash of nonchalant glance;
I saw them plotting in a huddle.
When the gentle rain,
seated on affable breeze
(unleashed by them)
decended on my face,
I couldnt help, but,
forgive this world of all its sins.