Friendship – Ramlal Agarwal, Maharashtra

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Yes, we were Friends
He and I
Huddled together in a class
He admired my abilities
I, his enormous wealth
That was in the wake of adolescence
A sort of homosexual relationship

Later, he got me a job
I made it up as a prop
A sort of reciprocation

It blew hot and cold
For three score years
And then it burst
Fire and smoke
Both playing
Inconsolable King Lear

I stare in the void
And Ask
Was it worth it all

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