Walking on a path you go,
Taking strides to and fro,
Where to go?
You don't know..
That is the time,
When you feel that,
'There is no one standing for me'
You, anxious to find some stimuli,
But, alas! There is nothing.
Tears in your eyes,
You got no answer for,
'Why to cry? '
Hold on, clear your mind.
There is something very bright,
Shining, bringing you a fright,
You wipe off your tears,
Following the light,
There you see a proud knight.
But you bit sceptical,
Shook your head,
Then you see the bright face of your friend.
Then there's a big smile on your face,
You got to know there's someone with you always,
Call it a knight?
Answer is yours, but fot me,
No, its my true friend...
Starting with me from where I stopped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great desire to have a friend. to share love and care to go along with you where ever u want to go...... a great need.......... you have successfully portrayed it in this poem. tony