Any Day Above Ground Is A Blessing Poem by ankit dey

I entered the room, to find
my friend lying on bed..
A call frm our common friend,
And Here I was led...

There was a tym when
There used to be a lot of understanding and no ego..
And so I used to call him my alter ego..

Time passed with
the odds in store..
Separation with lots of pain,
We were friends no more..

Here I was, next to my former friend, who was groaning in pain..
With a few days in his stock,
He was in his life's final lane..

I looked at him and my heart
Cried through my eyes..
I wanted to hug him and save him, forgetting all those lies..

Prayed God, ' please save
my best-friend, he still has my soul..'
All his memories stuck in my heart, just like a mole..

I never thought during
our hey-days,
that I will sit next to my friend's deathbed..
My love for my friend emerged and differences shred..

He opened his glistening eyes,
Knowing that angels are on their way..
With a mourning mob behind,
He was Glazing everyone and I wished if there was an option, 'may'..

I held his hand and cried my heart aloud, ' why is life so unpredictable, with so much pain and grieving? ? '

He spoke, gathering his last breaths, ' you have a life, live it..
, stop cursing..
As any day above ground is a blessing.. '