My friend- The logical mess
The moral bully
The Usher fan! Err…
Yeha, alright; you could call him “good”
He doesn’t mind that I didn’t write him a New Year dedication
He might not care about this poem too!
You see, he is passionately indifferent to all things breathing.
Man of science, I tell you
But his silence caused more guilt in me than his noisy sarcasm could.
So here’s my attempt at a dedication again
To pacify a storm that might not even rain
Keeping a promise with the hope it doesn’t go in vain
To take his heart inside out and make him writhe in joyful pain
So that the pricking guilt runs away keeping me sane
So rhyming no more,
About him I’ll say- He bullies me blue
And when I talk, I wonder,
The look he’s giving me is disapproving or amused?
In anticipation, I wait to see him become the success he’s destined for.
I know him no better than you do
But, all I can say is that his genius is true
So, this one’s for my friend-
Who can’t care less
Who won’t worry me more
But, who just might be smiling right now!
(To readers who might not know:
The poem is titled Breath Bat because the name of my friend sounds that way! Somewhat similar!)