A BROKEN RELATION

"Someone today said, ' Mind is like a white cloth',

It changes colour when kept in different conditions,

I alwayz thought that friendship was one of the best colourations,

But one black spot even though infinitesimally small,

Feels like a devil who stands tall.

When you are climbing a steep hill,

And the climate there goes chill,

Suddenly the rope breaks and clock ticked,

The switch off button someone clicked.

When broken it is like a broken yarn,

So delicate, so thin I couldnt even see it go,

Had no idea, what the reason was though,

I asked whether there is any limit or boundary within,

When the friend is like your twin.

I still havent figured out what the problem was,

Am I, or the friend, the cause,

Dint pick my call and dint even reply,

Wanted to know, But Why? Why? Why?"