There’s no one left,
Nothing at all;
Not one
To encourage, to care, to love.
Here, standing
In the shade of the void,
At the edge of salvation..
In the long term of life,
Many had helped,
In times of need,
Gratefulness remains
Until the last breath –
To those who had helped
Heal physical scars;
As for the invisible ones,
They may never heal,
For,
In this ocean-deep sorrow
That drenches mountains together
They do not disappear
With a flick of the finger.
As days pass,
The torment only grows,
For,
There is nothing in this world
That can cure
Like a selfless, loving heart;
One which is rarest to find
In this world
Where humans take advantage
Of everything
That tries to stay kind
And does not harm.
In a world where no one
Feels the pain
Of a friend;
Where, on public opinion,
Being able to insult someone
Is the best that friendship can offer.
Whereas,
Being there,
Trying to be kind to them
Is something that’s
Out of fashion.
And still acting,
Like best pals, friends of old,
Forgetting the past
Where opinions had not been important,
One may never even foresee
The future
That brazenly lies
Before their eyes.
It will never be easy
Mingling with people
Who pinpoint, judge and ridicule
Your every move,
And yet,
Call you a friend.