He dragged me with him all the way,
and held my hand meticulously to make me stay,
and to appear like he has forgotten that he will never be alone,
but I knew that my place was his house, and his my home.
So much similar, like almost same,
with the difference of just a name,
we played soccer in the alleys as we grew,
the matches we won were less than a few.
Nevertheless, we never played for victory,
for the victories were so queer in our history,
since we helped each other, in sorrow, in pain,
like we wanted to be like this, in havoc or in gain.
But the life wreaked havoc, I cried and paid,
the price of my chum, but the decision was made,
you will have to leave, sooner or late,
so tell your sidekick how much you love him, before he gets checkmate.
Nice thought! The mesmerizing effect of dancing words wins the poetic mind.
Nice thought! The mesmerizing effect of dancing words wins the poetic mind.
nice poem like we wanted to be like this, in havoc or in gain. like this line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice thought! The mesmerizing effect of dancing words wins the poetic mind.