Misty eyed.

 MISTY  EYED.

Misty eyed and humbled faced,

he made the regulatory bow,

to the body lying on the bed, unmoving,

his childhood friend, turned foe.

Talking with mourners in whispers,

he was all sympathy and plea,

but under the surface somewhere deep,      

was there a flicker of glee?

As early friends they grew up together

traveling on all the pleasure routes,

and the success brought the ego in,             

jealousy burned the roots.

Differences turned into conflicts,

in turn creating hate.             

Enmity mushroomed between the two,        

who were once real soul mates.                                

They avoided one another,                           

but always waited for the recall,       

when it never came, resentment grew         

they prayed for the other’s fall.                               

He came out with strange thought, where

sorrow and satisfaction confusingly blends,

trying to work out what actually he lost,

a bitter enemy or an old friend.

By:-

Rahbar.