To My Close Friend I Haven'T Seen Poem by S. Ashok Kumar

We were friends all these years,
Its time, we parted away with tears.

You influenced me all my life,
Its time, you leave me like a divorced wife.

You seems to be quite wise.
Its time, I took a look once or twice.

You kept disobeying all these days,
Its time, I teach you discipline all through the day.

You are growing like a weed,
Its time, I cultivate you like a seed.

You often get disturbed for trivial things,
Its time, I got hold of you before all other things.

You picture me in a bad shape.
Its time, I expose you with a spade.

I often mistook myself as you.
Its time, I knew I am apart from you.

Mind Mind,
Its time to remind, I am not you.