"Ah! It went black again!", I pinched myself, felt the pain. It looked as if I was arraigned. I mumbled and felt raw again. It takes quite a long while to know Precious little things about the one With whom you'll live long and go One day, though you'll still long then. You come to know that each in fact, Have a glass wall around us which Gets sooted, by a sharp word or act, Feel hurt and stay distant as much. Perhaps a simple fact comes back To haunt you. Yes, we indeed hurt Our dear ones the most, as we lack Our courtesy. Now, does this hurt? We reconcile and continue as if Nothing happened and the wall Looks brighter, before another miff Paints it black and things are stalled. Not all are bold enough to break That wall and adapt without a fuss. It it were mutual, it would be great! What stops us from being the best?
Thanks @kaniths for your like and feedback. Yes, ego is perhaps the prime factor. But there are others too! -rgs
Dear @rgsrinivasan Beautiful poem.... I loved these last lines, “Not all are bold enough to break That wall and adapt without a fuss. It it were mutual, it would be great! What stops us from being the best?” According to me,Our ego, pride and letting go of things stops us from being the best. Superbly written
Thanks a lot @stayblessed, for your like, this appreciation and for nominating this post. Happy to get such a recognition! -rgs
Thanks a lot @nandinimithun, for your like, this nice feedback and for nominating this post. Happy to be recognized. Just a small note on your last line - it is about not letting go of things that forms one of the reasons. -rgs
@rgsrinivasan your poem truly deserves to be nominated.... All the best.... I remember reading most of your snippets, when I was new to IL....