A Companion

Childhood with you,

Was never spent,

It always made me wonder,

How such gleeful days went?

From a guide to a friend,

Your journey was so different,

By making me feel elated,

Undoubtedly,

You were the best thing that ever happened.

You were a shelter,

I used to run to,

On my blue days.

And be shielded,

In warm ways.

Your lap,

On which my salty streams fell,

Always felt so welcoming,

To gale.

I met you through serendipity,

Remembering—an eighteen-year-old,

With a high ponytail hanging,

And a smile glimmering.

Young legs that stood on firm ground,

You were a self-made woman,

With all aspirers around.

I was a sapling,

Watered by you every day,

Until your efforts,

Made me a tree one day.

From making me re-learn alphabets,

In the late fifth-standard,

You made my handwriting,

Yield sweet fruits.

From eating like pigs,

To chatting like adults,

From plugging in earphones,

To cherishing evergreen songs,

And making closed indoors,

Like that of pubs.

You were the perfect companion,

A teenager could ever expect,

Much beyond regret.

You were the precious possession,

Who ameliorated me in every step,

But had deserted me in the lapses of time,

And left me with your reminisces,

To preserve you with all of mine.