Jun 2020
Friendship may mean a lot.
To some, it is platinum memories
And to some other, mere dawdle.
It is not one feeling but many.
A bond sewn in love, respect and friendship.
Joy follows your presence, dear friend.
'How' didn't matter. Why?
I wanted to know the latter.
Like a dusty moon in the attic.
Reminiscence strikes again.
With pain, I remember our glory days
For everytime, it followed.
It feels like a decade.
Only the jubilance stays;
The way we spoke, forgotten.
You have embarked on greater adventures.
Though we may forget the food we eat,
That is what keeps us alive.
An old well-wisher of mine
Remember me.
To, my soulfriend.
To some, it is platinum memories
And to some other, mere dawdle.
It is not one feeling but many.
A bond sewn in love, respect and friendship.
Joy follows your presence, dear friend.
'How' didn't matter. Why?
I wanted to know the latter.
Like a dusty moon in the attic.
Reminiscence strikes again.
With pain, I remember our glory days
For everytime, it followed.
It feels like a decade.
Only the jubilance stays;
The way we spoke, forgotten.
You have embarked on greater adventures.
Though we may forget the food we eat,
That is what keeps us alive.
An old well-wisher of mine
Remember me.
To, my soulfriend.
The poet MARS has shared a poem in which he describes his feelings for his friend. The friend appears to be long-lost and their friendship seems to be severed but the memories keep the poet awake at night. The poem is written in a modern style with a unique flow.
