Oct 2008




For a Friend

Sometimes invisible

Even in red

Not naturally noisy

She spins a web of wit

Her voice she tames

With pen rather than pitch

 

She won't move an inch

Even when pushed

Confused she might be, careless too
Once she left her phone in the loo!

Hands off handles

Her daredevil emerges

As eight-leggeds scampers

She cringes

 

Cupboard full of clothes unworn

Bed covered with books, bags

She rushes to college

Leaving behind ammamma’s doshas

 

You can whine all you like

She won’t sympathize

But her hug can cure

Grumpiness, loneliness, fear.





Poetry by Zoey Jane
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Written on 2011-01-02 at 12:54

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nice .. who is she..? and who is ammamma doshas..?
2011-02-13



The imperfect friend, the very best kind.

Too bad about the doshas being left behind : (

I had such a friend (different only in the details).

jim
2011-01-03