I stroll down the way because of someone special...
I stroll on a smooth shell..
Because of that holy soul I used to remain preserved..
At present alive as if in hell..

There is fear of going astray
Sauntering down the way ...

I am petrified of loosing
my identity,my meaning...

You said you were my master's friend..
I thought you were my master's friend..
But..
Just a few days of odd behavior of my master made him
loose amigo...
Where is the care and love you showed..

I hate you vicious puffer..
Culprit who made me suffer..

My master is not caring for me now..
I need to carry on, dont know how?

But still..
Today, He has only me...
As you disappear..!
I will be there for him,
Even if I am a debile tear...!

When your friend is in pain
The feeling is very strange
Swallowing loads of strain
Calmness you cant arrange.

When your friend woes,
Feels truly strange.
His precious tears flows,
They refute to interchange.

When your friend is standing alone
The feeling is indeed strange
You cant remain his backbone
Frailness, you can't change.

When you see your friend forsaken
The feeling is really strange
You try to induce tempo,
But victory is beyond range.

When your friend finally quits,
The feeling is awfully strange.
His eyes in deep slumber,
His world to him, estrange.


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