Saturday, December 20, 2014

Worshiping a friend (A Poem)

When its convenient
You use me as required 
hardly even acknowledge
from me what you have acquired
 
Pickup or Respond to my call
only when you feel weak
Call for help and then
cut it as I speak
 
Say will call you
to avoid me for sure
Not really know why
you say so ever
 
Sending fresh flowers
thinking a gift sublime
Wishing good morning
made to look like a crime
 
Yet praying for you daily
Happy seeing you succeed
supporting unconditionally
appreciating every deed
 
Believe not skin deep
is your real beauty
Worshipping like a slave 
will consider my duty

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