People That Mean Life
People That Mean Life
Seated under the tree shady
I look back over the years gloomy
For now I am left with work none
And time abundant to idealize.
Merriment was my stamp once upon a time
Know not I, its where about at this time
But life has changed a lot
In the absence of his vault.
Amber of my identity, faded rapidly
As the soil eroded, that held it tightly
My life saw it with its open eyes
Helpless, until all went into the whirl.
Name and fame crown swindles
Metering the closeness within us
Donning my eyes with the specs
Which dwindle my vision with friends.
The real gem, of my life, I realized
Only when the crowned feather, I lost
For I chose my host
Over treasured confidant.
Nothing is as precious ever
Than a bosom friend confrere
With whom I share, cover
That no one knows, ever.
Groped I amidst darkness prime
Longing to be united with thee
Who always called me zephyr
Soothing all that is sweltering.