My Friends

by Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

Till some years back
I had only two childhood friends.
I am not the one
who grows up with lots of friends.
And I was not singularly happy
to have just two friends.
We would gush,
we would open up
when together.

One friend,
tall, dark hardy
had a condescending attitude,
which though I never resented.

Though in social strata terms
I was a few notches higher.
He married early,
in distant Bengal,
our dreamland,
being born and brought up in Delhi.
And the event of his marriage
is still a strong memory.

Loveliest of all,
the event gave me a girlfriend.
A longtime girlfriend,
she died in unfortunate circumstances,
which is such a sad memory.

But this friend
had for some reason
deserted me,
for unknown reasons;
though he called me
in his daughter's marriage.

The other friend
is a fair lanky fellow.
Same school, same college,
very well read.
He never married.
He is from an aristocratic family
and loved me.

Though we drifted a bit,
being very docile,
very soft spoken.
But whenever I get mentally distressed
he makes it a point
to come by my side,
and prop me up.
A true friend.

Like marriages are made in heaven,
I realise, friendships too are heavenly,
or curse, or sorrow giving.
They are God's way of nurturing
or punishing
qualities of humans.

13-May-2012

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Friendship is unique human relationship next only to Love !

T A Ramesh
08-Apr-2021 01:40 AM

Like marriages are made in heaven,
I realise, friendships too are heavenly,
or curse, or sorrow giving.
They are God's way of nurturing
or punishing
qualities of humans.
great lines..so true!!

Rupradha
13-May-2012 13:21 PM