From: Parul, India
To: To all my far away friends

Friends are now just names in my mailbox
I don’t feel them around me
There are no hands to hold
Or shoulders to pat on
Only some memories old
That refuse to die down
It’s sad to feel lonely at times
In this quarter of a billion city
Is this a start or is this an end
Or is this life’s nitty-gritty?
Gone are the days when the sun was gold
And the stars were brighter than ever
And onto the grass we ran and rolled
And giggled when tickled with feather

Today as I sit in front of the comp
Keying in these words so fast
I feel the emptiness that surrounds me
I am trapped in a void so vast
Today as I think of those untold words
Of gratitude to my friends
I wish so hard if I could go back in past
And tell them how much they’d meant
Today as I look at people around
Busy and lost somewhere
All I can do is…nothing at all
Just silently sit and stare