like the bubbles in a foam.
Who makes them? And why?
May be I innocently make them,
even though they don't last long.
Expectations kill them and
hide them without my knowing.
But what is wrong in expecting?
What is wrong in expecting
a father or a mother to be kind and caring?
a brother or a sister to be nice and supportive?
a friend to be good and helpful?
May be the world has grown bad.
A friend is made when there is need
and is left just after it is over.
A brother or a sister would forget you
once they find their mate.
But those two are the poor ones
who care for the obvious reason
that I am their successor.
Oftentimes I wonder why
we need such relations.
Those futile ones where
there is no love, no value.
May be I don't need them.
I can still help others for
I love and pray for all.
Thence I break them all but one,
the one with my own self.
