He Became a Stranger!

Can never be a friend, for he never was.

Painful is the break up, yet a smooth way to depart.

Was he really a friend or just a stranger in a role?

Played his role well, alas! at my cost.

Was my mistake, a costly one, that worth a million.

Safe is my heart, but a broken one.

It’s better to stay safe, than caught in a web of lies.

Would never ever like this kind, for he will remain the same.

Stranger is he but a good one, for he may be already caught in a web.

Poor is he, influenced by some, as nothing can be done.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST