DEAR MY FRIEND

So sore I was, fighting demons

In this vast, yet vastless land

Demons of my own.

Bruised, Cut, Burnt,

Almost without Life.

But you found me again, friend

When I was just giving it all up

Like a balm soothing my pain,

Like water cleaning the dirt.

At the end of it all, I peer

Within me is Hope

Of an Oasis in the Desert.

And my Guide, You

Dear My Friend.

-Dishna Phukan

SHABDA