Monday, November 22, 2004

The search for life


Sometimes I feel
             What is this friendship all about?
Where every action ends in formality
             And every word turns inside out
This friendship began as a search for life
             Where I trusted you and your every breath
But how do I know in this cruel world
             That I would come so near to my death

From the first day of our friendship
             Your treatment for me has changed a lot
I always thought about your well being
             But you persisted to understand me not
It was you, in whom I searched for life
             But I was misled with the warmth in your breath
The more I felt myself to be lucky
             The nearer I went to my death

You had started taking my friendship for granted
             You never valued my single word
You only thought about yourself
             And pretended as if you always heard
I cried throughout this search for life
             I wish I recognized that breath
But one thing is sure that you would never understand
             That how near you brought me to my death