My Friends 

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.

Jernail S. Anand 

President of IAE