Trust

It’s the bond that gets strong,
Like the live, manmade bridges,
Those grow and mature strong,
Standing entwined and connected.

As they stand small with a promise,
In some years, pay the price for being strong,
Serving the purpose, being useful,
A wonder to the world!

The roots, if broken in the beginning,
Will be less painful, but not after years,
Of hope and love that would shatter,
The one who is on the other side.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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