Once A Friend

Wouldn't have been a little harder,
To run away, to be spared.
The little boy still stood gazing,
At the pond 'chwas dark and calm;

Nasty winds flew the memories
Thinking of the past.
Of cycling beside the railroad,
Of cricket matches,
Of empty pockets at the fairs.

They ran through empty fields
On rainy afternoons,
Till their little legs could.
They fought the bullies at school
Just like the way, together, they stood.

Been many years since they met;
One morning at the dew wet bench.
Each trying to share a lie
To their moms; for missing the bus.

There were fights,
And promises of innocent revenge.
Which lasted no more than sunsets,
With each ticking on the others head.
And choclates, cakes, brown bread.

The striking-steel mate,
Came back after that day.
Wrapped in a shroud;
The cloth they call death.
Tears rolled down the cheeks,
And still feels sweet.
'Coz once a friend, and ever a friend.
Their friendship would never sleep.

-A
http://arnabpal.blogspot.com
[dedicated to my long lost friend... still remember you]