My Friend


 You know life’s not a straight line

Brimming with imperfect perfection

There’s no sympathizing recognition

 or trusting my unstable perception

Though a genuine and dear companion

Your stumbles are clear by a wide margin

I tinker with my expectations

Coz, you and I, we don’t see eye to eye

Yet there’s no saying farewell

 in spite of hodgepodge in the blend

Our next chapter portends a fix


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