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
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