My friend
He is not just a guide
He is my candle, nights';
He is torch in the cave
He is light of the sun.
He is my company
And brothers' copy.
He, I see is expert
And jack of all trades
Among them, in research.
But being a jobless
Living on the reserve
Which is like prison;
Feels lost and broken;
Treasure in desert,
Of no use, no respect.
Sat in car, so I would
Take him back to place,
With roads of gravel:
Hardly, phone, internet!
"Let's go there, " he asked and
To some shop pointed…
Went in, came and told me:
"Am short of five dollars."
On the way I noticed
He had bought narcotics
To be food, medicine.
Soon, he too, will go, die
To be and to become
A nothing, nothingness
As his foes deep in heart
Want him; and try hard
To trash, get him lost
As in mud, settles dust.
My friend He is not just a guide He is my candle, nights'; He is torch in the cave He is light of the sun.....fantastic beginning. Beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" To be and to become A nothing, nothingness" .... Sad but true, in the land where hopes and dreams are wilting and perishing.