Does caring vary like temperature,
Is it too cold to freeze and die.
If you have ever lived to care,
You have lived a life adorned with jewels.
Friendship has many hues,
Some invigorate us,some makes us sink.
Then why do we believe in its sanctity,
In the purity of feeling that never goes.
A relation is like a flower with petals,
Pluck it from stem and it shall die.
Hope of bringing back the flower remain,
Not so much in mind than in heart.
Mistakes make us more humane,
To what degree of love one may ask.
The answer lies in the hand cusp,
It retains an empty soul with filled mind.

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