On the cold dusty ground
Like a waif, he wanders around
Follows the savant’s footprint behind
In the world of abhor mind.
Of o on moonlight he moves
With rats and snakes in grooves
Chill wind flows over his skinny skin
Tamples down the weaken soul.
Like a cluster of old man’s hair
Seems the skies above
With the speed of light
came the angel of night.
came the angel of night.
Shines the lips with pearly teeth
Came the words of sweet
With touch of royal wand
Widens the smile of the man
For oft they roam around
On above the sandy mound
But o for the pang in heart
Sung the ode a lot.
“Talk with me; talk with me and me only
Play with me; play with me and me only
Laugh with me; laugh with me and me only
Because you’re the only one for me”
I wrote this poem because I want to express only one thing
Friendship is love; but love is not friendship.
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