To My Wannabe Friends in Facebook.

I am flattered, no doubt
And pleased to some extent
That you request me to be your friend.

But pray, why?
Struck by my looks, I guess not.
Impressed by my words, I'd like to think so.
Seen a kindred soul, well, that's nice.
Enamoured by my images, hmm, well, maybe
Or not.

Then, tell me why.
I am not hot and sexy
Neither rich nor famous
Not a chance that I will win
The Nobel prize.

Be my friend, but tell me at least once
Why I should clutter your page
And vice versa.

My heart is not a door-less bus
That stops at every wave of a hand.
Not a passenger train
That you can enter ticket-less.

I am not a leaky tap
By the side of a street
Where you may quench your thirst;
Drink from me, but close the tap,
Let not my blood drip away.

I am not the Banyan tree
By the side of a blistering road
Where you may rest awhile and leave
Leaving your wastes strewn over my lap.

Friendship, oh my wannabe friend,
Is not a casual thing
I am not a hooker that
you can hump and leave.

Be my friend, but tell me
Beforehand why
So that I may know you
So that I can love you
So that we may cherish
Each other.

An offer of friendship
Is not a frivolous act.
To be a part of me
Of my life, of my thoughts
Is to enter
The sanctum sanctorum
Of my being.

Do not trample upon my heart.

****************** Balachandran V. Nagercoil. 13.01.2016