My Best Friend Poem by Kawsar Khalil

Couldn't the broken
 Pickets hold back 
The wandering wild
 Defacing lawns and terraces 
So heartily decorated
 The eyes that mesmerize
And leave me senseless 
 At times
Have their own murky demands 
 That subdue affection
Growing aloft
 Year by year 
The time keeps ticking on
 The promises broken asunder
Heartbroken 
 And eyes probe for the latch
To shut the door 
 And sink into bound
Storehouses of wisdom
 Which never annoy
Nor droop their brows
 They sing and dance
As best friends do
 I wish could I repose 
Eternally in my study
 Eating up all the pages
Like a silverfish 
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©® Kawsar Khalil