Poetry. Today, enjoy this beautiful poem by the Indian author Adreyo Sen: Lost Companion. Have a nice day, Yareah Magazine friends.
On garden-bordered evenings
on just the right side of an infinity
that culminates in the sleepy taking
of toast and chicken soup,
I laid my secrets and toys and deepest wishes
on your lap,
like so many dead fish come to roost.
Serious, always, you took in these blessings,
and me, stroking my excited little head
with your hands so soft and smooth.
I grew large. You failed to keep pace.
And yet my secrets never shook
the gravity of your face.
You had to lift your heels to kiss me, even so.
Today, your back is turned to me.
It is not your fault that you do not know
I am behind you.
You are the wall my hopes collide against.
You are imprisoned yourself.
How can you set them free?