Saturday, July 31

... call me a brother.

I am so jealous to see some men with half a dozen coloured braids around their wrist. 

No one has tried to tie a simple woollen braid around my wrist and 
to glance at me as a protective brother and more. 
How can it be that I am so good and the world hasn't taken me in as her brother? 
If I am to believe that a simple woollen thread tied around my wrist is the symbol of everlasting friendship,    
I wonder how much I miss seeing my bare wrist everyday! 

Past and gone are all those wonderful moments when my friends could have intruded into my world and stolen me... when my friends could have tied a  thread on me...
when  Archie cards and 'I love you/s' would work effectively. 

No one lit my candle of romance ... 
and the candle still lay without a glow.     

I am so jealous to see some men with half a dozen coloured braids around their wrist. 

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