Life brings us with all kinds of people. Some bring happiness and other’s don’t. It is good we have others as only because of them, we appreciate the value of the other other.
Close to heart, Hammer and glue.
Among-st a many, Chosen few.
Hammer comes strong, Breaks into pieces.
Glue corrects the wrong, Unites with kisses.
Heart breaks apart, Unites back again.
Will never be the same, Glitches and stain.
Hammer, the foe, Is sure a friend.
It brings the glue, Who remain till end.
Fabulous poem Prakash!
You write with such wisdom & clarity….I read your poem aloud twice. I have to say this is my new favorite of yours!!!!!
Best wishes my friend, Sherri-Ellen 🙂
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Thanks a many.. 🙂 I am so glad about the new favorite. You made my day. Thank you so much again.. 🙂
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