For Nelia

          Why are you so hard, they ask.

          Why do you not bend a little?

                                     

They call it grace

Swaying like a bamboo

                            

With the wind.

Listen to it weave

                               

The music of compromise

While it kisses the ground

                                        

At your feet.

Even bamboos however

                                  

Could only bend so much.

When the storm comes

                        

Listen to their cracking!

They break one by one.

                          

You could only bend so much.

I would prefer to be a rock

                                    

Smoothened by the years

But unswaying.

                            

          Why are you so hard? they ask.

          Why do you not bend a little?

                     

                                   


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