An Unknown Friend Poem by Debasish Mishra

I met him in the huddle of men And we talked about like politics & pen We shared some smiles, a few jokes too And the bond like vice slowly grew. I donot remember what started our banter But it was enough to subside the winter As he sat beside like a school-time-friend And I reckoned the talk would hardly end. But soon the deity of Duty called Reminding of the wicked world And he & I exchanged good byes With smiles in cheeks & glitter in eyes. But I never tried to know his name Nor he enquired for the same He melted into the crowds again Like a heart flocked by eclectic pain. The road of life goes unend Not everyone can be a known friend....