The Lesser Valued Friendships
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The Lesser Valued Friendships
With the lonely
corridor
On the first
floor
At the far end
Of which I
would stand
Sometimes and
Watch the
others
Walk around
everywhere,
Very busily,
And the little
Cuboid of
cement
Beside the
little kid’s
Computer lab,
Which I used
to sit on
And play
guitar
And just be
By myself,
because
No one would
Come looking
for me
There.
I also
remember
The green
circle table
In the
library, almost
Squeezed
Between two
shelves
Full of books,
Where I wrote
one
Of my longest
poems.
I also got to
know
The huge tree
Behind the
grey school wall:
I stared at it
during classes
When I felt
bored, and
Its leaves fluttered.
There was also
The brick that
peered
From a defaced
Spot
In that wall,
And the huge
white
Somethings
That I used to
hide
Behind while
Playing hide
and seek.
And then the
stairs
That led into
And out of
The auditorium
–
Both the
flights
At different
ends –
With a slope
On the other
side
From the
railings
Of which,
I would slide
down
From time to
time.
And then the
Steps of the
foyer…
There are too
many
Of them to
recall,
Each a friend of
mine,
In some unspoken
way.
And
I am glad
I could
cherish
These less
acknowledged,
Lesser valued friendships,
For however
short
A time, because
I don’t think
I’ll ever
Find friends
like these
Again.
But thanks to
The security
guards
Patrolling
around
My friends,
If someone
like me
Were to find
Themselves in
need
Of some quiet
space
To be
themselves,
Or to sort
things out
Inside their
head,
My friends
Will not be
able
To come to
their rescue
As they did
for mine.
Now that I am
leaving
School,
I do not think
I will be seeing
them
For a long
time to come.
But if you can
get inside
The school
gate,
Get past the
Worthless
security guards
That roam around,
That roam around,
And see my
friends,
Do not
hesitate to tell them
I said hi;
I have a
feeling
They might
Like to know I
was
Thinking about
them.
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