A prolific writer inspired by environment and insights. He writes poems and essays and articles.
Growth of a Friend
A lot of the times has Truth walked past me
I asked, "don't you ever fall in love?"
The truth replied, "I am what you call 'love', yet you fail to see"
I inhaled the breeze in its words, it smelt like the morning grass
I closed my eyes to see what it meant
And felt what the dew drops on my eyelashes meant.
I asked the truth again, "do you never make friends?"
The truth replied, "I am in a friend, a friend you love, and I am what you call 'love'
Like the blue sky cherishes a white dove"
I stopped to ponder amid the flocks of white swans
Their wings defined the truth - dusk to dawn
I gazed at the green mountains leaning on the horizon
The clouds like a crown on its proud reason
"Truth be told" screamed the sky, "love never exceeds a friend,
A message with all the blue hue I send"
I asked the truth again, "do you ever lie?"
The truth replied an ode that I will never forget
And, thereafter, I had always cried
It said, " when you hurt a friend or a love, it turns to a solid stone
You touch the stone to sense the pain and feel it wet and alone
In great disbelief, you wonder, but perhaps never ask, "does a stone ever cry?
"So, do I ever lie"? retorted the truth
And rushed past me
It left a bright yellow leaf printed with glee
A heavenly word called " Friend"
And, hereafter, with the truth I've blend
The leaf had the veins in an adorable mesh
Filled with the colour of Love
Flowing so happily free just like the white dove
It set me free
The truth I now know is just a seed of a friend
That grows on the soil of love within me.
True friends are like the seeds sown in your heart one day. It grows with trust, sharing love and caring to become a mature relationship. The growth endures questions seek the truth and reflect on each other's existence.
© 2021 Muhammad Mizanur Shuvra