Who is it at last?

a poem by Ramya

With the blue sheets above-
And the green carpets below-
With red roses all over,
I sat to question God.

“Thou great Almighty…
who among your greatest creations
has been made my friend for life?”
I asked.

I did get a reply.

I could see shadows
of all the souls
which I moved with as friends.

It started with-
The cock that wakes me,
The animals that feed me,
The plants that nourishes me,
The clouds that water me,
The bed that comforts me,
The clothes that make a part of me…

It continued with-
The teachers who mould me,
The friends who be with me,
The god who created me,
My mother who alone knows me,

Finally it ended with-
My own inner self which is me.

But the black shadow
could show no single creature.
I could only then realise that
I HAVEN’T YET FOUND A TRUE FRIEND YET.

Not a single soul alive
ever knows who it’s true friend is-
For we believe…
And we will-
Live for much more time.
And that great soul
which we are in search,
which I believe in,
will gently come,
and be mine forever.

Till then my soul will wait.
Friendship needs at least that much patience!