THE WANT

[preview: i had been associated with some friends, akin sibling. but the force has gone weak! missing  them.]

I want to be with them

Four springs ago who came

In my verve.

Now that they are gone

Ties that held, are torn

And I starve.

Ragging set us off instep

Dragging is all that’s left

We moved far!

The link that bound them with me

Is dryly strangling our repartee

The gap is left ajar.

The bunch still does belong

But prick their words’ prong

I bleed dry!

I was mellowed by them all

Averse, I did build a wall

And all turned wry.

I want them back to me

With all the beam and glee

Like the oldest way!

But will the bridge be crafted?

Shall the peace be drafted?

The rhetoric is still to stay!