Peter and me, Best Friends Forever
I went to meet my Friend Peter.
I said, “How are you?
And Why that thermometer?
He said, “I regret,I drank the cold drink,About Half a Litre.
And now I lie on the bedgulping the medicines bitter.”
I asked, “And now how would you,Log on to Twitter?”
He answered, “Recalling this calamity..makes my mind teeter.”
I replied, “Worrying would not help,
Relaxing would do..
Get well Soon Peter”
Peter, I know you are wondering..
Who the hell is he?
Acutally, I met him near Begbagan,
in the public toilet
Where we were there to pee.
And then the next time at the Edens
to watch the India-Australia encounter..
I remember the Man of the Match then..
Was Brett Lee.
I took his mobile number there,
it was 9831475803
So that we keep meeting..
And now we are good friends,
He is a kind, gentle and a well off person.
With some business in Oil and Ghee.
The world is round And,
Contacts keep growing…
I still can’t believe we became friends,
during the process of pee.
And now the world will remember
the friendship of Peter and me.
You would be shocked to know
The story of Peter was a fiction.
And I created this poem
Only and only due to addiction.
Addiction of writing poems, now & then
Or to write something or the other,
on the grip of the pen.
The whole process of creative writing..
has been amazing.
Sorry, I need to stop here
As my friend Peter is waiting.