Long time back, I think about fifteen years now, she who was like a sister to me, had asked me to write something to her for her b'day. She said that's all she wanted for her birthday. I don't remember what I may have written but she read it out loud. A few girls later told me that they were jealous that they did not have a friendship like that. Who would have known that like everything else, time will take a toll on this on too!
Last week, I called someone to wish him happy b'day and he said, "j - write a poem for me; about me; four lines". It was his b'day - I could not let the demand go unfulfilled. I have really not known him all too well but there are a few things I know of him - there is a child like exuberence and impatience in his demeanor. It can be quite unnerving at times but when I started writing, his demeanor guided me and the poem came out sounding like a children's read; something an older sister or mother would write. Here it is:
A perpetual twinkle in his eye
A little naughty, a little shy
A little impatient like a boy
Makes me laugh with a sigh
Someone tell those pretty girls
Who cross his path
Oh! Never mind those curls
Just watch your heart
But I fancy all his whims
A little proper, a little prim
He is all that and a pie
He is the apple of my eye
-jm