Carbon Copy

 

 Those were the special days,

As a young lad I still remember

Sitting in corner, eyes stuck up on you

Watching everything you do

Countless hours spent in front of mirror

Combing hair and twitching eyebrows

Rearranging my steps and clothes

So I could look just like you do

The sense of pride that filled my heart

When you use to tap my shoulders

And wish me good luck

That made me ready to face the world

You were the first critic in my life

The only reader of my first poetries

The inspirational support that I got

From silent nod of your head

Today as you walk towards new horizons

Drawing your own destiny

I wish you good luck

That you shall succeed in every step

And when this quest ends

I would like this world

Remembering me as your Carbon Copy

God Bless you brother

It’s always special to have you around

 ~Punit Parikh~
13^th Nov 2003

[This poem is dedicated to Chirayu...]

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