Baskadia

I sighed deeply,

Lost in thoughts

Recalling the wonderful and blissful moments

We had spent together in the former times

How we walked together

Hand in hand

Smiling happily without an iota of gloom

Chatting and sharing secrets

Of various experiences

Advising each other

And dining together

As best friends that we are

But now,

It was all in the past

In worry and grief

I drew down the cotton of memories

It was a burden

That weighed me down

Too heavy for me to bear

Because there was a conflict between my best friend and I

I wished I could be like the others

Jovial and free

I wished I had another friend

Reserved and quiet like I was

It was an open sore

Together we sat daily

But neither did we utter a word

I wondered if this was how we would spend our last and latter days

In secondary school

I faced my studies pretentiously

But deep within me

I knew I was hurt

With my mind wandering faraway

Wishing we could reconcile

I wondered why we kept sealed lips

But the reason I never knew

Oh!

How I felt disappointed

I wept bitterly

Because I had lost trust in her

I become lonely

Like I used to be

With no friend

But many foes

It was noticed by my mates

But I never had a justifiable reason

I pretended to be less concerned

Smiling outwardly

But deep within me

I knew I was hurt