Love Dwindles. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

In life, the best things come free.
When it's lost, its price is high.
Can not be lost if true in spirit.
Somewhere in heart, it is buried.
Intimate to soul as bark to plant.
Trials to erase torments heart.
Events of the past sparkle in mind.
Pent up emotions of different kinds.
Take their origin mostly in night.
Anger and grief start their fight.
Releasing them to some one else.
Mind wants, conscience negates.
Revival hopes, caution the tongue.
Never divulge, wait for long.
Age-old parental, filial love.
Slowly undergoing erosion phase.
Generation gap, self-centred acts.
Heartache, bruised etiquettes
are the results.