Sumeet Mukherjee


The Search For Life


Sometimes I feel
What is this friendship all about?
Where every action ends in formality
And every word turns inside out
This friendship began as a search for life
Where I trusted you and your every breath
But how do I know in this cruel world
That I would come so near to my death

From the first day of our friendship
Your treatment for me has changed a lot
I always thought about your well being
But you persisted to understand me not
It was you, in whom I searched for life
But I was misled with the warmth in your breath
The more I felt myself to be lucky
The nearer I went to my death

You had started taking my friendship for granted
You never valued my single word
You only thought about yourself
And pretended as if you always heard
I cried throughout this search for life
I wish I recognized that breath
But one thing is sure that you would never understand
That how near you brought me to my death

Submitted: Friday, May 15, 2009
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