To You My Best Friend

There you are always
and only you
who knows whether I had my lunch?
What I had for lunch
And never ask,
Knowing I mostly have
Fruits for dinner
And I sleep early,
And knowing intuitively
If I missed dinner
Or slept late.

You tell me which station
I am passing in train
and you check internet

Again and again,

Till I reach the destination,
and the train

By how many hours

Was late.

You hate my official Railway tours
As much as I do,
for you do not like the food
I have to force down
And the beds I have to sleep in.

You are always concerned about,
In where ever I am,
How inclement the weather is?
You appreciate whatever I say
And justify whatever I do,
You always love whatever
I look like in
Whatever I am wearing,

You love all those I care for

And come preying on those

Who contradict me!

You are always so supportive
in whatever endeavour
I am caught in.

You infuse in me the feel
to finish whatever I undertake
and make me feel intuitively
that I fail you
if I quit.

Oh my true friend
and my only love,
Living seven seas away from me,
Thanks for being part of me
Conjoined to me and my soul.

© Ramakant Pande