even the slightest injustice
can change the shape of a heart
cripple a destiny
keeping a mind distanced
from its true potential
it is not as much
the injustice that stigmatises the mind
as it is the responsibility for it
being pushed on to the victim
for the executor to wash hands
depriving everyone implied
from the grace of forgiving
a gentle wind is playing with the leaves
small clouds in luminous colours
drifting
maybe time has come
regardless
to recognise innocence
where innocence is
and step into
forgiveness