::- A PASSING CLOUD -::

She said to me,
'We will never speak
To each other the whole life,
And we'll never meet.'
We said goodbye then,
And concluded with it.
I felt much better,
I had hoped it would be worse,
And there was peace,
When, finally it was over.

Some relations are
Like passing clouds,
And life is better
When we let them pass.
Else they are sure
To rotten your feelings,
And poison your thoughts
If you take them for granted,
And clinged onto them,
Determined to retain them
At any cost.
Because, when passing clouds stop
They are sure to destroy
The complete landscape.

By-Vinod

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regards: Vinod Jadhav