That day he crossed from one line to another
In a poem

Was no ordinary poem…..

Like a sweeatmeat that crosses over from ‘not sweet’ to sweet!

Friendship is sweet
Has not derision, truancy nor idiotic naivette that becometh not a man full-grown..

Allowing not the spirit to
live as the material

That day
He crossed over from one line to another
In the poem

Was no ordinary poem!