Oh god, why have you put me in a spot

I craved for an ideal friend, not a bundle of haught

Composed, sensitive, matured with a synchronized thought

These were the attributes in him, I sought

Aberrations of his mind, makes me distraught

With unpredictable mood swings, he is fraught

In his rage, stoic silence and indifference, often I am caught

Unable to grasp where his temperament could be slot

I deliberate over his gamut of emotions, too often

Hoping time will mend his ways, long gotten

Many sequels of such dramatics unfold, ugly and rotten

His lamenting showdown, ultimately makes my stance soften

Implications of severed relations, knows not my friend

Squabbling habitually, no sane person would ever recommend

I exhort, taking differences too far results in strife

May be he interprets this, as an occurrence rife

I am no saint, nor do I seek perfection

Do not construe this as a complaint, it’s my hearts rendition

Only a small wish, here I would like to mention

Bestow harmony in our friendship, with your divine intervention