An Old Friend - Poem by Elisha Chhabra
The day ends and he asks
'Didn't you write anything today? '
To me, that's not an inquiry
No merely a question
Not even a formality
One does to keep a friend
And I think back
Why haven't I written about this yet
About this man
Who doesn't only read my write,
Not all the times everyone does.
Appreciates me the most,
Not when I don't deserve.
Enjoys my oddness in public,
Not when I try faking it
Listens to my long stupid stories,
Who is obsessed with me,
Only when I make him feel proud.
Who reminds me who I am
Every time I forget.
Why haven't I yet talked about this to my pen
That There's someone
who was there when nobody was,
who will be there even when
I won't be there for myself,
He knows the inside of me,
He cares enough to slap me
When I set the bar of my life lower.
He is an old friend <3
Our friendship is time,
Our friendship is eternity.
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