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RELATIONS

This one’s about a mystery called relations
Something that’s stumped many for generations
Some look at it as nothing but stops during a journey
Where u take a pause only to move on in search of more money.

Some others look at it as the roots of the tree
Which one cannot, no matter where u reach, bury.
Some use it as cards to be played
When life’s problems are to be fade.

Some others look at it as life, none less
Always working out a way to clear each other’s mess.
Some use it as a thrash can to fill the dirt
From the dangers with which man always likes to flirt.

Some others look at it as a partner in life’s trip
To ensure that ups and downs are firmly held in grip.
Some use it as a trial room to try out ever changing taste
Forgetting the fact that such a practice is none but a colossal waste.

Some others look at it as a two-way pact
With the concept of giving, as well as taking, a firm fact.
Some look at it as none but a mechanical device
To be switched on during times of greed and malice.

The problem for today’s generation is there to see
And once this fact is realized, life’d be all glee
It is that while the sum of some are aplenty
The sum of some others hardly make up a twenty

Relations are the covers that binds the book of life
Not the chapters that are to read and recollected only during strife.
A new one only complements an existing one
Understand this, and life would forever be fun.

- Arun Menon