A foe turned friend

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

I disliked him 

And all of his kind

He was my foe

For a reason unknown

His handsome face

That gait so different

Failed in total 

To impress me

We crossed paths

Every passing day

He lived in the street

Same as mine

He gave me looks
When I passed by
Ignoring him
I moved on

He had friends

Old and young

Cheering him

Loving him

One fine day

An angel small

Came into my life

And my house

As days passed by

So also months

He and that angel

Turned close friends

In front of our house

Often he was found

For that angel or

For something else

That angel calls him "Bow"

And so do I
Though not thick

We are still friends