Treasure Island

Ramdas Bhandarkar

(Madikeri)

When Ego Clash, Sparking and Barking start!


There is that story,
Before marriage,
He speak, she listen!
After marriage,
she speak, he listen!
and when they talk,
Children weep and
neighbors listen!

These is not a general rule,
It is has exceptions,
Most of the time, if he/she can act,
deaf, dumb and blind to others mistakes!

Rare are those with open heart who understand each other and
respect one another!

Wide hearts meet rare,
When narrow heart dominate,
broad one suffer more,
As rule, it is sad!

Discussions turn into arguments,
or when patience breaks its silence,
When one ego hurts another, When hurt ego retaliate,
And ego Clash takes place!

When Ego clashes with ego,
Clear sky covered with clouds,
Lightning shine and thunders roar,
Sparking and barking takes
place!

Submitted: Saturday, July 07, 2012
Edited: Sunday, July 08, 2012

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  • Karen Sinclair (7/8/2012 10:41:00 AM)

    Oh my... when we go we go lol In my world silent sufference is just too unhealthy
    Loved the switch of chat balance prior and after the wed...made me grin
    (or when patience breaks its silence,) great line...tyvm karen (Report) Reply

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