"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?