One And Another Poem by James Green

The pile of books separated the two of us,
One had a heavy heart and the other, over it was making a fuss.
One was sad thinking he was bad,
The other was trying to tell him he was mad,
For even doubting himself,
For ever shedding a tear, this was like whipping oneself.
One felt he was cursed with all of world’s misery,
The other felt, he was driving towards joy on a painfully slow ferry.

On another fine day, they sat together yet again,
The other, now as the one pouring out his pain,
The other’s words all, bubbles in air
None of them filled the one with dare.
So he said, “Raise chin from above your shin brother
As people may go and people may come but we shall always be there for each other”