If They Were Not There

This is the poem I wrote for my seniors. I'm needless to say anything further. So friends, just feel it.

If they were not there, what would happen to me?
If they were not there, how would my life be?

Whenever I was desperate and my hopes got colder.
In a jiffy, a shape appeared to give me the shoulder.
The cloud of world-weariness cleared, one – two – three.
If they were not there…..

There have been times also when I was confused.
In the company of them, I felt a bit amused.
Now I reminisce we were so footloose and carefree.
If they were not there…..

We together lived ephemeral periods of joy and sorrow.
From life, some golden moments for the present, we did borrow.
At the end of the day, we got defeat and time got victory.
If they were not there…..

In a state of euphoria, we are spending a whole night.
All of us are elated together, nobody is in the plight.
Anyway, this is just a dream that I can’t foresee.
If they were not there, what would happen to me?
If they were not there, how would my life be?

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