It hurts to bend,
But the pain of snapping could be even bigger.
It hurts to bend.
But bend you must for the sake of love.
Etched in my heart is a story of bamboo tree.
Somewhere in yonder land by the river
Grows a small bamboo tree.
Its leaves long and thin, its trunk delicate and supple,
On stormy nights, when rain pours
and cruel blows of harsh wind
Render forth the menace of nature
While the rising river water
Slaps the ground from beneath.
On a night like this muddy banks slide with the force of water
Exposing the tree roots to the perils of dark destructive night.
On the night like that
Huge trees with heavy upright trunks
Fall to the ground
But the little bamboo tree stands intact.
The little bamboo tree knows the trick of survival.
Bend you must when facing the storm.
At the time when relationship in love
Passes through a storm
One must bend and reach out for the sake of love.
Possessed with pride and ego
One could stand with his head held high
But the loss of love will break you.
And the rising tide of time
Would devour you inch by inch.
Tender love is the only protection
Against the harsh blows of life.
Bend for it even if it hurts to do so.

Savita Tyagi