your mysterious silence is killing me
your continuous absence is grilling me
how can you forget all our conversations
the literary temptations, the hesitations
your curious heart and untamed soul
your frequent visits your casual stroll
now your callousness is giving no clue
it is the same me and it is the same you
but I can sense an unprecedented change
your ways of response too are strange
is the friendship only for the benefits
expecting no profits whether it splits
if that is the case, we need to reconsider
so that mutual respect doesn’t turn bitter
and we stay happy in our own cocoons
and let the friendship end up in fumes
