Who am I?
Many a times,
I think, who am I?
Am I your friend?
Or may be to you
I am more than that?
When you smile…
My lips also bloom
Unconsciously for a while…
When you are hurt….
I can’t keep myself
From you apart…
When you cry…
Naively tears come
From my eye…
When you are at annoy…
I also become irritated
Which I can’t deny…
At end, I think…
Who are you? Are you my friend?
Or More than that?
Sumita Datta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-your-frined/
