Don't know whom I talked to;
Behind the screen introduced as 'FRIEND.'
FRIEND comforts me anyway!
So childishly, I asked,
Seeing the live telecast of the Twin Towers, a historical disaster,
'Is this the end? '
FRIEND said, 'No, there are some brighter sides,
Or it would have ended long time back.'
Well, that really impressed me;
The way FRIEND disappeared.
Earth thrice encircled,
Lots of revolutions,
Thoughts—might or might not be the same,
But FRIEND is exactly the one used to be,
This time in different outfits!
The second time we met,
In a situation so dramatic,
I recognized at the first sight,
By the trouble down the street!
This time, more physical and selfish,
Well, that didn't really impress me,
When FRIEND ignored my call!
On the net, we saw
Throat cutting of the brotherhood,
Twelve died,
An act of ignorance!
I shouted aloud,
But no one paid attention,
While the killer drove on,
Demons within and outside.
This time, we didn't meet,
As I expected,
As it has become my habitual pattern,
But I guess it was time for me to grow up,
And live independently,
That's why FRIEND didn't appear,
And finally impressed me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem