Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Dime of Friendship

As I turn and stare at my past
All I see is fog swirling fast

Even as I am hurtling towards my future
Unprepared I am as I was before this torture

As time and fate play cruel games
Distance gathers importance over frames

Staring into the unknown like a fool
Alone we are standing by the pool

Even if the fog makes sense over time
Without friends beside, would it be worth a dime?

- Sachin Nath

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