He is my other friend..
A strange image but a tall one.
He chit chats less, makes rare visits,
And never eats with or says 'see you'.
He is a guy who wasn`t there by me before
He is my other friend...
A breeze of the kind across the phases of my summer,
A soft hand touching my wounds for a healing.
My other friend is there by me.
He is a guy who is seen around my small abode.
In the depths of the torments
Inflicted by the rest and the well known
My other friend surfaces like a pearl.
He lifts me up from the nadir of despairs.
Oh unknown spirits, who is this guy?
First submitted: Sunday, September 13,2009
As no new ventures were around Thought of a random choice anon, To my humble wonder have stricken Over Your SELF, for whom you have Been in quest bizarre since ages; Thats what the feel of any who Attempts to dive deep into The cool caverns of your Thoughts blessed that still Remain unexplored to many. I am not easily done with What others have contented When in pursuit of your soul's ebbs and tides though. Time permits not any luxury Even in shaping one's thoughts At its heights deserving To answer the complex askance Of generations today and tomorrow.... Let me find for you the unseen, To decree him a friend or foe Might still be a task herculian. God bless.
Dear Sir, Nicely woven in deep love of friendship. Thanks for your comments on my poem.
Good poem..A friend unseen.....who is this guy? ? ? ? Beautiful poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep expression of friendship woven in a beautiful poem and liked it.