FRIENDSHIP NOSTALGIA
                                         - P.Malathy
No doubt - you are my friend
Whether you sulk or talk.
You comprehend my interests
And I value your perceptions.
Distance cannot separate us
To delve deep into
Those treassured memories
We spent together in our hometown.
Now, my day is your night
So, we miss each very right.
Work keeps you tied-tight
I'm held by my family's might.
I know well - Friendship is selfless
Where willing sacrifices fled franctic
To compromise our compatibility
With all our blunders and blemishes.
So, be not bothered about this
Snobbish societal taboos-which
Hurts and humiliates with a
Pretentious posture of perfection.
Is there a need for perfection
In friendship? Which of course
Sustains an abstract concept
As we are born imperfect.