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.