Gently you talk
In your gibberish
I don’t understand
A word that you so articulately pronounce
Has no implication
On my wayward mind
Flushed
Because of your embarrassing short memory
I pretend I don’t know you
Save you the humiliation
That you are growing older
Faster than butterflies
Touch-me not’s
Next to my house
Have so much to teach the nerve-wrecked
They find the simplest reasons
To shun from responsibility
Perfectly describes me
Digging graves is tiresome
And I don’t want to bury you
Before you bury me.
Ofcourse that’s too much to ask for
Especially when I depend on you
For encouragement
What will it be then?
The world or me
Your friendship or you
Sorry!
I won’t decide
There is no need
You already know
The planets travel on their axis
Celestial objects without feeling
While me and my sensibilities
Ponder laboriously.
