Together into this world we came,
we lost each other in life's game.
As children we played together,
life's problems broke our pair forever.
I was a good invisible friend,
for a visible person indeed a best friend.
Days of our childhood we lost somewhere,
we, dear friends, got separated from each other.
Time does not take long to come back again,
Full circle and we face memories of childhood again.
Layer of negativeness is removed and realization drawn,
but for some this stage comes when time is extremely gone.
Very few people meet their souls face to face,
if only we'd listened and cared for our inner self.
renukakkar 4.1.2011
Copyright © 2011
As truly said in the last line.....poetry of all times..i enjoyed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you..the invisible friend is the soul...as kids many children have invisible friend they talk to whom they forget as they go out into the world making friends etc..soon this friend is forgotten....