Sumita Datta


Am I your frined?

Who am I?
Many a times,
I think, who am I?

Am I your friend?
Or may be to you
I am more than that?

When you smile…
My lips also bloom
Unconsciously for a while…

When you are hurt….
I can’t keep myself
From you apart…

When you cry…
Naively tears come
From my eye…

When you are at annoy…
I also become irritated
Which I can’t deny…

At end, I think…
Who are you? Are you my friend?
Or More than that?

Submitted: Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Edited: Thursday, December 18, 2008

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  • Palas Kumar Ray (12/20/2008 11:03:00 AM)

    A relation is very slowly understood.Often they taste bitter at last.But untill the end all ifs and buts moves alike clouds in broad sky of your mind.
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