Waiting For His Pearls To Dry

I did what I felt was right,
Something I thought, couldn't be wrong,Then why do I feel so uptight?
And the dilemma, to which I belong.

Was my piece of mind rational?
Or was it just an escape?
From the haunting realm of envy,
Standing monstrously agape.

I saw him again, helpless he saw me back,
Among the throng which never comprehended him,
He stands alone, no smile, no sorrow,
Despicable me, waiting for his moment of whim.

But he came towards me, gave me a bright hug,
I felt betrayed by me, my heartbeats changed to chugs,
I muffled "happens", he still appeared smug,
And I knew, how deep the dagger had dug.

But history is a goner, I did
What I wanted, as his heart bleeds.
And I stand still, as my friend cries,
Waiting for his pearls to dry.

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Warm Regards,
Anirudh Pathak