The Old Friend by Kishore Kumar Khilla

 The Old Friend

The old friend leaves hand

Like oxygen leaves the body

Whether it is his choice or not!

Our two sides love is also same

Which is already made by the Almighty.

If I cannot see and touch her

To feel her presence

Even I cannot talk;

Then Why will I live on the Earth?

While my sense does not work.

Believe me,

After that I will be a helpless-

Broken soul, whose hope died

In the hopeful love.

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About The Author

Kishore Kumar Khilla lives at Sadasivpur, Malkangiri, Odisha. He completed his M.A. in English from Berhampur University. He is a bilingual poet, loves to write poetry both in English and Odia. His works of art has appeared in "Aulos: An Anthology of English Poetry", "Insulatus", Kabita Kanana", "Love and Pain", "Writers Editors Critics" Books and other Magazines. He could be reached at kishorekhilla288@gmail.com