I don’t know when friendships were about give and take
I don’t know when friendships were just a namesake.
I don’t know when friends used tit for tat
I don’t know when friends left just like that.
I don’t know when friends stabbed my back
I don’t know when friends nurtured a negative knack.
I dont when friends couldn’t tolerate other’s success
I don’t know when friends developed a personal distress.
I don’t know when friends played foul
I don’t know when friends bruised my soul.
©pratibhakulkarni