We Five Friends (W.B.Yeats, R.Frost, P.Neruda, W.H. Auden & Myself) Poem by Pushkar Bisht

We five friends
Travel together
In the same
journey of life.
We have miles to go,
No stop anywhere for a while
My friends are great
Living with me
at every moment
We have become close
To one another very soon.

My friend
William butler yeats
On my left side
Holding my left-hand
And leading my way of truth
The other friend
Pablo Neruda
On my right side
Holding my right-hand
Gently and leading
my way of love.

Who is walking ahead of us
He is my greatest friend
W. H. Auden
Making the way through
The torch in his hand
In deep dark and dense
woods.

Walking behind of all,
My dear friend
Robert Frost
Who knows
the woods very well
And talks to this woods for us
To give us
the way of light
Because we have a long way to go.

We all have left our home,
Friends, relatives and our belongings,
We walk empty-handed
on the way
So we won't claim any things
On this earth,
We are enjoying the beautiful
Track of life
On which we move with great
Passion and enthusiasm.

Becoming not scared of death,
Because we all know that face
And where the reality and truth
Lie in our way,
I am loved by my all friends
Where I don't need
Except my great friends
Who understand me well
Because the same feelings
I am having like my friends.

The all have read the beautiful
World in their
words and thoughts
And it's my turn to do,
I am reading a bit now
But standing by my friends
I am capable to read fully.

Time has come,
Now we are going
to different ways
One by one
My friends are leaving me
I am standing by myself
And waving my hand
to my each friend,
As if my heart wants to say
Good-bye to all.

Where are they now?
They are not dead
Because great souls
Never retire from this world,
Oh, again I feel
As if they are close to me
Never leaving me alone
After they left their human bodies
On this earth to be destroyed.

I hug all of them again
Tears in my eyes
They say to me not to cry
For themselves
Because they all love me much.

They have taught me to write
Poems with the ink of feelings
Not the words
Which have no meaning,
I appreciate all my great friends
Because they never penned down the words
But their feelings
In each and every word
Which makes the history important
Of their time.

May they take birth again
On this holy land
To destroy the evil
By their pure poetries
Which have an effect
on this earth.