Saturday, April 2, 2011

A therody!






She walks away...
far away from me.
Far from my friendship.
Forgetting what all I remembered,
breaking all the promises.
Cold eyes have no warmth for me,
I try to forget the camaraderie we had...
And move away from the vicinity.
She calls me from behind,
I freeze!
For who always called me by my epithet..
used the dreaded word,
A jibe for a friend like her...
My name!


Ananya

2 Your takes:

Roza M said...

Cool Poem. =)

vaibhav said...

you deserve more appreciation than u r getting right now.Hopefully,with passage of time it manifolds.

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