‘ Can you, My Dear Friend?’
In the long stretch of road, of sad, thorny days,
High in the mountain, and the lonely highways,
Lost, and found the smile, but I lost it again,
Happiness are spent and there’s only the pain,
They say life’s just another crazy play of time,
I still want to play-act, every new stupid game.
World’s not stable; not an unending story book,
It shall be closed and they’ll let me off the hook.
And… between the start and the upcoming end,
Can you help me spill some smile, my dear friend?
And… between the start and the nearing end,
Can you help me dream the dream, my dear friend?
And… between the start and the approaching end,
Can you, always, stand with me, my dear friend?
Friendship, the promise I desire, dearly sought,
To go on with this cold & empty life, without regret.
Between this start and that already promised end,
Can you please, love and heal me, my dear friend?
7 thoughts on “Can you, My Dear Friend?”
Lovely poem to go with that image, Ada.
Thank you 🙂
“Yeh dosti milthae naseebu se”
Yep, I can…