Of all things that were spoken and we remember,
Not you not me but both of us rendered.

What each of us said that barely crossed the borderline.
Cause we both know neither you nor I did cause a twine.

If this is what we continue playing by,
You’ll bub and ill bib and silence will supply,

The much-needed space we needed to convince,
All that we spoke, the words that we minced.

Into parts and spaces that made it alright,
To call it friendship even though you chose to confide.

In me over your space that wasn’t mine,
Cause i dono religion, caste, creed, and blood didn’t alight.