Relationships


Relationships as brittle as petals they say

Sometimes north, south, wind makes them sway

May fall to the ground, or distant lands fly

Under different hands, bloom or wither dry

Yet, its root will refuse to budge

The rich earth it shall hold on without a grudge

Pretty as a petal it may not be 

Bountiful is its core, stoic its element key

If nutured and cared for with benign hands

Watered with faith like an oak which stands

One flower may have flown astray 

Paving the way for blooms vivid and unfrayed 

Love (as always) shall save the day 

Love

Arohi 

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