Friendship's Echoing Touch Poem by Subrata Ray

Friendship's Echoing Touch.

.The windy Troy is no more,
No more is the arr-owed corpses of the Mahabharat,
But the live-call of friendship sprouts and lingers,
From the love-budded hearts of humans.
And me with my bare-footed lease,
Open my door to you, come please

No barrier, no difference of class and profiles,
The honest, the cheat and passing beguiles,
The friends to man of divine origin,
Come please, you the native and the foreign.

The East -rise is inevitable for the West fall,
The summon generates for the final call,
Come proletariat, high, and fallen, -come all.

No clairvoyance, no scholarship, but fortitude,
For the certitude of the Love that abides in us,
Let us feel and share the Friendship's echoing touch..