Nanjala

Nanjala's voice, a gentle chime,

Rings through the air, transcending time.

"Bitterness and disease," she'll say,

"Walk hand in hand, each paving the way."

Her eyes hold wisdom, soft and deep,

A knowing smile her secrets keep.

"Let go," she urges, kind and true,

"Release the grudge, it festers in you."

"No reason's strong for bitterness' hold,

It only weakens, leaving you cold.

Disease thrives where shadows reside,

But forgiveness lets sunshine inside."

Nanjala's words, a balm so sweet,

A call to peace, a chance to complete.

For letting go, a burden released,

Brings health and hope, a joyful feast.