Tied up with profound chain of segregation
Which we are never gonna break
Trouncing our pain of exodus by a short tender smile in our
face
To tell people that we are still the same old friends, old
scholars of the same old class
To be regarded as a pleasant companion
Who will never fall short to fulfill, to unite, to glorify,
to enlighten the importance of brotherhood
But god knows the veiled truth
We are so doing these all for ourselves
To run away from the fact that we aren’t the same old friends
Who laughed with over little personal thing
Who were serious with in facing whatever life brings..
Who no more cared about the shattered hearts
or any holy
vows that may or may not
have been broken,
Who no longer cared
about the mortal souls…
We have changed or time has changed us??
A big question mark in our friendship,
Leaving our friendship in the middle of ocean
Just watching it from two opposite shores
To see whether it sinks or goes along with vibes of sea waves....