he is going
the man who is living in the next street
the way he walks
the way he talks
and his laughter
that echoes long after he is gone.....
she dashes
to the flying start
with a sweet smile
and a fragrant air
her voice like glass
clear and clean
walk of tender cups
talk of teasing slips
what she meant
when she left
the gaps of words
the words in the gaps
wondering all day
whatever could be
the meaningfull haunt
the little boy
whose rhymes employ
my solid hours
pained with quarrells
over nothing, but trifles too many
the blue eyed girl
with mischiefs plenty
seeking to spoil
all her hands could coil
yet looking cute and
winning your fate
all fellow bonds
feather into the flights
of life and living
partnering along the way
and accompanying upon the day.........
lalitha iyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fellow-relationships/
