The universe never listens to me

But the agony does

Who shall I call my best friend?

I can easily walk on fire

But only struggle in the crowded jungles

This marshland somehow isn’t my ball

Every time I  become humble,

I’m reduced to rubbles

For River Clubs and all social junctions-

My spirit somehow loses its traction

In the field of connection and friendship,

I don’t have any street

At the faculty of loneliness, I am always skilled

Who shall I call my best friend?

In the countryside, the moon is my bride

Only in the city, it seems my soul is in trouble

My heart is scared

Only my sorrows aren’t frightened

Who shall I call my best friend?

-Somoy Shafi