A Letter To My Best Friend

Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair

Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care

Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk

Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk

Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind

Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind

My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse

Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe

Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife

Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life

I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue

I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you

My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird

I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd

Won’t you come back, see what I am going through

I am not in love; I am too much used to you.

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