I was talking to Shraddha today when out of the blue came the realization that we have slowly but surely drifted apart. Now that I look back at it, the odd part is that I hadn’t noticed it till now. We used to be the best of friends at that wonderfully innocent age when having a ‘best friend’ wasn’t something too maudlin to indulge in, yet.
We were giggling, cheeky teenagers together and quite insufferable in our delinquency, or so I’ve been told. Anyhow, I thought I’d pander to my rare bout of sentimentality and put up a poem I had written to shut her up when I left for this place. It is quite corny, I agree, but I was 15.
For A Misty Eyed Fairy
‘Tis said each time a fairy cries
A wee lil’ star is born,
That softly spreads its silver strands
Ere the sky is cloaked by a golden morn.
Each trembling tear that leaves her lash,
Down ashen cheek, down quivering lip;
Each little pearl is placed with care
By the raven sky’s own fingertip.
Each silver tear you’ve shed sweet dear
Has traveled down diana’s lane;
Each drop is now night’s sparkling gem.
So grows God’s own daisy – chain…
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