गुरुवार, १९ जून, २०१४

To a friend





On the acute turn of the life  
bemused she was  
Waiting for him 
With staring eyes on the road
 
looking   a reason for
 taming untargeted mind
wanting a bottle 
to close the despair storm 

 Everything was her 
But not receiving anything
In cruel crude customs
her dreams were chained

The weapon was in her hands 
 she knew the way but
She didnt know why
 tremors were in his hands

Far away from home 
struggling   strongly to the world 
Engaging herself in his memory
How alone she was
 
My words were 
Gathering   strength for her
Telling her to fight  
Fight oh my little friend fight

Vikrant  Prabhakar
 http://kavitesathikavita.blogspot.in/

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