MY FRIEND

  She is my friend, no one knows how

strong a bond we have,

lying in her bed, she held my hand

asking me so many questions,

saying she has so much to achieve and accomplish

 too many dreams to be cherished

 her eyes, which were once exuberant and bright

 are now sad with unknown plight,

sunken in their pit

 giving up hope bit by bit,

her face still so beautiful

 inspite of the anguish she is going through,

hoping against hope that she may pull through

 tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down,

my heart ached and soul cried

all I could do was just weep and wipe,

 nothing is our hands all said so,

 but why cannot it be so?.

 If this is life then it is not fair

wish to look up to the sky and shout

 this isn't fair ,this isn't fair!!!!!

Vikki Kumar

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