Buddy Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

I had my day
Time now to part our way,
I step from here to a mess
Where I won’t have your loveliness
Your soft hug warm caress
Your assuring presence in loneliness,
I have to seek the you now in flesh
Search for one with your likeness
Fail and grieve for the times that flew
Coming to know there can’t be another you,
This body would wizen and shrink with age
This youthful frame would turn to yellow page
But you ageless will just change hands
Plant in new eyes dreams of fairylands
Remaining forever cute in hands soft and small
Childhood’s buddy my playtime’s doll.