In life everyone must have some fun.
Imaginary friend, I had none.
Cause, I was the fortunate one.
Friends, I had some.
But mostly it was my mom.
I decided to be the intelligent son.
Then the friendship was done.
But survived with me,
always was the holy one.
An antithesis to what I wrote a while back yet tinted in same colour, somewhere…liked your poem very much ! 🙂
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Thanks Arundhati.
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