The fragile thread.

Never think i harbour ill feelings in my heart.
Only I and my heart know the deepest truth.
If you nurture this slightest seed of thinking
You shrink away from my goodness unseen.
Years of geniality shall get eroded in the waves.
Like the foam crumbling in the vast sea.
Like the footprints on the sand get wiped away by the sudden gush of waters.
Like the light froths bursting out hopelessly in the thin air.
Like the dark ink spilled and smeared on a white sheet.
Like the moon waned shedding less light to the travelers.
The flame of happy days shall burn out silently in an empty room.
All the 'cares' shall dull themselves in front of your pertinence.
Never think I harbour ill feelings in my heart.