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The Warmth

As I leave behind the land, I see
In the halo of a distant dream,
Arrested in the cocoon of time,
Blurred by the tear in my eyes,
My comrades of old.

There was always a shoulder,
To thwart every boulder,
That came along our way,
In the course of my see-saw sojourn
In the far away land.

I reach out to clasp the warmth,
Of the radiant glow of camaraderie,
To warm my heart when the tide is low,
And I realize, that, that warmth,
Can never fail me.

I will drift on,
Perhaps to another land,
Who will be there to enslave me this way?
I crave to be back in ‘captivity',
That of unflinching and unfailing camaraderie.

by Siddharth Nair

Comments (2)

Thanks Loke
friends chosen well will forever in the heart dwell thanks for sharing