A Quarrel




My heart was broken
And I was very sad
Though it was a summer morning
The weather was very bad.

Even her heart was in pain
Our friendship had got its first black stain
We both took different paths
True as it’s said,
“No one can escape violence’s wrath."

Neither our eyes met
Nor did we talk
But we both missed
Those sweet grins and mocks

No one could forget that night
Night when we both had a fight
Fallen apart was our empty friendship barrel
Because we both got involved………..
In a deadly QUARREL…