Passing Of Pain Poem by Agastya Bhargava

It's hard to release
what you'd once ceased
to feel.
Is that what being cynical is?
because it's this
that kept friendships unresolved.
The pain that one feels should pass,
as a human heart is as fragile as glass.
The mind is but a dainty gear,
instilling a sense of fear,
one, that keeps us alive,
or if one can thrive
on danger,
like an encounter with a stranger.
the stranger could be anyone,
you never know what he's done.
I'd like to think cynics are a phase
but can we actually erase
the hell we'd been through
mabye, many but afew
may not,
give it a thought.