Brittle Bond Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Why is our trust so brittle
like a glass castle
with no fortifications at all
to be protected inside a showcase
lest it should be broken into pieces
with the slightest whispers of the malicious minds
that no glue of repentance or love can mend?

Why is our trust so brittle
like the water bubble
that due to some repulsive ripples
in no time ruptures
and forever disappears?

Why is our trust so brittle
like the emotions of an infant so fickle
that a mere frowning glance
can turn its giggles to trance?

Why can't it be a storm proof castle of stone
that can withstand thousand stormiest storms?

Why can't it be a shatter proof rubber ball
which in spite of thousand falls
returns to be held closer to the bosom?

Why can't it be strong and mature
like the Himalayan river,
that cuts the rocks and flows forever?

Is our trust truly trust or mere illusion of it
that decides our bond to be brittle or resilient,
bitter or sweet?

Can you clarify my doubt?
I really doubt it.