Forked By Foes.

Honestly, I don’t know where I got the inspiration to write this poem but something must have sparked it off. I had one of the most disturbing weekends of my life. And, weekends are not supposed to be spent in misery.

Anyway, let me know how you spent your weekend.  Did you party? Did booze do its unspoken magic and you woke up the very next day with a “hangover” worse than the Hollywood movie itself? Let me know!

Also, if you made it this far, why don’t you click on this link and share my story with your friends? I promise you-it’s sweet and brief and it surely is not boring.

Thanks, enjoy the poem.

An earthquake shook not

a house, but a family of three.

We were untamed dogs who

quarrel among ourselves.

We barked. We scratched each

other’s victories. We pounced on

each other’s weaknesses. We

did so until our voices were hoarse.

We rose as enemies of the century.

Our scratches never healed and

emerged as scars. Our hatred

soared for each other until we

spit when we were in the same room.

Three rambunctious blokes we were.

For us, the word ‘brother’ meant

nothing more than a word in the dictionary.

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