When she was lonely,
I became her friend.
When she was worried,
I became her comfort.
When she was sick,
I became her cure.
When she wanted to fight,
I became her sibling.
When she wanted to care,
I became her pet.
When she wanted to sleep,
I became her dream.
When she was happy,
I became the reason.
When she was sad,
I became her therapy.
When she was angry,
I became her punching bag.
When she was sleepy,
I became her mother.
When she was tired,
I became her father.
When she was hungry,
I became her cook.
When she wanted attention,
I became her fan.
When she wanted to read,
I became her author.
When she wanted to be praised,
I became her poet.
I was all that she needed,
The one who waited, who bent, who stayed.
But when she wanted love,
I could never become her one.
I gave all, I became all I could be,
And still, I could not bceome the one.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

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