'Friend' - A Word in Retrospective
A word in the dictionary called 'Friend'
I smiled, I laughed, I played, and I ran unabashedly in togetherness,
And I learnt for the first time at an age of tiny tenderness,
That Friend is a word in my world.
I bloomed, I shone, I lit up in my luminescent world,
I wrote poetry on the depths of comradry ways,
I established Friend as a word to hold on to.
I branched out, I looked forward, and thereafter I progressed,
From the innocent simplicities I, ever so merely, digressed,
I learnt Friend is an old word.
I stumbled, I dragged, I survived with mouthful of dirt and dusts,
Some hands helped me gather some of me in spurts,
Friend was now a reinstated word.
I could but barely hold on to those strings in any harmony,
As I got disintegrated again, and now my pieces were many,
I scrambled for the friendly word.
I found a word of unassuming assurance that went beyond,
I fell even deeper though in an abyss, losing my last bond,
My assurance was, my word wasn't.
And thus, I try, to merely be, for the few souls who live by me,
I had a responsibility, though hoped for some hands around me,
Alas, I learnt Friend was just a word.