HONEY OF FRIENDSHIP

POEM     

From day one

I haven’t tasted

the honey of friendship

since I arrived in this city.

Now that three years

have flown away

and still

I haven’t acclimatized

myself with my immediate surroundings.

In this city

and I feel like an

orphan left alone in a vast desert

under the  fire-spitting Sun.

But,

as someone said

with flow of time I might feel

accustomed with the

loneliness I experienced

in this city.

In the beginning

I did have a mistaken

notion that indulging

in friendships are

not that difficult

in this city

and I am mistaken.

Even in a cosmopolitan city

where I spent a long time

the number of friendships and intimacies  

were innumerable and overwhelming.

Now I know not where

they are since after 

getting separated

I don’t have any contact

with anyone.

I think they are

scattered in various corners

of the city with their families

or must have flown down abroad

to have better living conditions

for the well-being of

 all in their families in their native lands.

This is life, nothing but life……