Time may help us forget pains, hurts and sorrows. But memories can never be erased from our heart of hearts. And Sabna comes to my memory not seldom. I don't know whether I'd be making our aggrieved friends cry again, if ever they come to read this. But I can't help it. The other day I ransacked my "memory bag", which possesses all my childhood treasures including the classroom pranks and tit bits, to find out the letters Sab had written to me. Those mails we shared in teens had been bridges for a lost friendship, broken in childhood. My hands trembled when I discovered them at last. As if prima facie I read, re-read and re-read them until I realised that I shouldn't drench those precious bits. And there in that small heap, I saw a poem I wrote in 12th std., initially dedicating it to Sab, and later publishing it in the school magazine to all my friends. Here's my trembling hands going through it over again, wishing for a catharsis, and intensely missing Sab.
The Memoir
With you, I always love to be
Like stars dazzling in the deep sky
Shone every where we did a try.
Stays an implicit feel deep inside
When your smiling face is beside.
I will be there when you call
Just like you reached me pall
I can cry with you in your tears
Pal, you and I met since years
Did we quit, but now reunited
We sense the real joy unlimited.
We strive to accomplish a feat
When we feel an unusual beat
In our deepest heart, and soul
Energy brimming in as a whole
Isn’t it a wonder to see you
Culled out the best in a few.
Now that we lost our fine days
Fighting all around in our ways
Time stands before us as a shadow
We know not, is it wide or narrow
The road of life, which will guide
And soon hold apart both of us aside.
It’s good that we are true friends
Sharing all bliss, qualms, tensions
Fears, dreams and love all together
Cherish I this friendship forever
Now it’s time to bid you good bye
Memories of you in my heart lie.
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