Poem

Two Sides of Love

Shristi Sharma

30 Dec 2025 — 1 min read

They call it love
I call it detachment
because when you love a flower
you won't pluck it—
you'll let it stay.

They call it love
I call it attachment
because when a mom hugs her child
She wishes to stay still
and never let go.

—Shristi

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