Companion

By Afreen Wahab

A six year old kid,

never abide by rules of society

All it craves for companion

to share lunch at recess.

The one who wants to be a part of fun,

Makes a friend irrespective of caste, creed

just a human to share the laugh with.

As the days passes by,

Disheartened by no company

Creates an imaginary friend

to comfort oneself

to play with

to talk to about anything stupid.

Decades later, that kid is adult now

struggling through the trivialities of life

But no more has an imaginary friend

A true to friend to count on,

to lay shoulder on,

when agony tries to ripe his world apart

piece by piece.

By Afreen Wahab