The upset and honest friend…
Whose friend is that? I think I know…
Its owner is quite sad though…
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown… I cry “Hello”…
She gives her friend a shake,
And sobs until the tears make...
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake...
The friend is upset, honest and deep,
But she has promises to keep…
Until then she shall not sleep...
She lies in bed with ducts that weep…
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead…
Facing the day with never ending dread…
03.18.2024
© Uma Parvati Poudyal
“Friendship is born
from an identity of
spiritual goals -
from common navigation
toward a star.”
( Antoine de Saint-Exupery )
