Sunday, March 1, 2009

Crying for a friend

I knocked on his door, calling out to my friend
Come later he said, I’m taking rest.

Hours passed, I knocked again,
Not now he said, I’m with a friend.

I waited an age, tried knocking again,
There was no response; he couldn’t hear me I guess.

I looked around to find another friend,
But in pursuit of one I’d lost all the rest.

- Rukma