To my Friend

One fine day of a spring
beneath the shadow of that old oak tree
where the leaves celebrated their love and
when a lullaby was heard far away,whispering the love of amother for her child.......
I met you.......................fot the first time.
You tried to have your carnival then
still.....trying to make your love a bonzai for yourself
and then,with a broad smile and yet with a heavy bye
you left me far behind......................all alone.
Summer and winter passed aloofly and so the dawns and dusks
all revelling the love of Almighty.
Then came the autumn.............
I cannot make it up-whether its a twilight or moonlit night,
I met you once again...........
Along that way-where the violets had all withered along
where the pine trees had shed their leaves
There I stood,though in gloom,Yet in my hands,a bouquet of roses
eternally for you........................
I waited to lull you on my lap ,with a much secured sense of love
And i was revelled as you revived....
the murmering of the leaves around you,the echo of your favourite lullaby
and the shadow of that dear butterfly that crossed our way..........
We realized .........................It was spring again.
But........................................................................
before the bonzai of our love had grown above us...
before tasting the icecreams prepared by the quakers
and before celebrating all our lost carnivals......................
You bade me farewell again...........Anticipating to meet in another spring
somewhere................somehow