Friday, 9 January 2015

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