Was talking to my friend when I dig up this old poem of mine. Written for her during the collection of O’level mother tongue results
The day of the release of results is a terrible day
The fruit of the long anticipation hardly pays
Seeing a heartbroken you hurt me in many ways
I’m thinking of ways to cheer you up as always
I see you alone at a corner on the phone
You seemed to be lost, in a world of your own
With your shattered hopes that are unknown
I hesitated to confront you, my feelings unshown
Today was the first time I saw your tears
It is the most saddening day for me after all these years
I had no chance to get close to you with all your peers
To rid your heart and mind of all the fears
Many a times you moved away whenever I gotten too close
It feels so bad it feels like I’m fed with drugs in a big dose
In your eyes I wish to be treated like gold
So that you still find me purposeful to be with even when you’re old
I may have failed in my attempt to cheer you up back there
However I will try harder to get you out of this nightmare
And with the many successes and failures out there
I’m sure one day your disappointments I will share
I may be happy but don’t perceive me as if I don’t care
It hurts me very much to see you like this I swear
Even though this scenario is very rare
I hope never will I see it again anywhere
I’m writing this little piece to you
I think it might be a little out of the blue
It might not get you over the moon
But it will get you to a place where flowers bloom