“My Friends” by Jernail S Aanand

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There are times
When we slowdown
But the water in the river
Flows on unconcerned

I am perhaps feeling
My weight too much
For my legs
To carry

The memories are hard
To lay bye
And harder still
The fears of descending uncertainties

When was I sitting alone
Not bothered by
Real or unreal joys
And sorrows?

My invisible friends are they
Leave me alone
Only when I am asleep
May desert me only when it is eternal.

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