Here again am seated alone by the window
Thinking what to compose?
I lean outside and feel
The breeze brush past me...
The rain lashing fury on all greenery!
I hear music in the rustle of leaves
And swaying of trees
Nature's umpteenth symphony!
Then I think of you and wonder...
Are you an old friend gone asunder?
Cause of life's vicissitudes?
For when I talk to you,
The joy of a friend
Known much longer!