On Relations Poem by Ratnakar Mandlik

All the worldly relations,
Means of our cremation,
May they be your own creation
Or thrust on you by the situation.

Boast you may of the parents
For selfless love or it's pretence.
Of progeny too you may boast,
And in agonies you may roast.

Friends are there no doubt,
About whom may not be a clout,
If friend is friend and not a taut.

Accept you must that is ordained,
You have to give for your gains
For a friend too and other relations.