Dearest Friend

By Meghbarna Ghosh

My best friend is a plant,

a friend, I value much.

I swore I’d protect:

my best friend,

under the pine tree’s sacred rest.

But came the officers, with pitiless hearts,

and orders to make a road.

I screamed, protested, did all I could 

But they took me away, locked me in my room

told me, I had been very disgraceful.

Best dearest friend, here we first met,

when we meet again, I know you’ll be there

to guide me to the gate.

Two souls, misunderstood 

found in each other solace;

now that you’re gone, who’s hand do I hold?

Later when I cried,

 they told me you didn’t care;

that your heart didn’t break, 

when the first axe stroke fell.

Maybe your friends told you too, just before you died:

that I didn’t really care; I abandoned you too

Gladly I would have died, with you in my arms,

But they locked me away, far from where you stood;

Now we are once again two souls, misunderstood.

By Meghbarna Ghosh