A Poem: IN MEMORY, MY FRIEND

It is fall, my friend

the leaves are falling, my dear friend

Wish you were with me

to see the season unfold

Life is forlorn

since you have left my side

still the leaves keep fallin’

‘till the trees become barren

Lifeless is this desert wasteland

not a shade of green my eye beholds

The ground with blood is covered

as the sun hides its face ashamed

sinking beneath the horizon of its rebirth

Nothing is left

The trees naked stand

The birds have left

With their once melodious songs

And the wind blows

The snow falls

blanketing the grass and ground

This season of death

Without you, my friend

Is the season of my melancholy

The seasons, they will change

But you, my friend

I shall never see again

Wish you were here, my friend

Wish that time stopped,

so I can remember you fully

No!

You are not dead

As the season will always speak to me

of you

 

by Arvind Singh