One early morning,
on the bank of a misty river,
I woke up in my dream.
The breeze was still,
and the nature was calm.
I lay back and gazed at the fading night,
Lost into the deepest thoughts..

Suddenly I realised that something was missing,
not only in the dream,
but also in my life..
At this thought,
the peaceful nature..,
broke into a violent display of fury.
Darkest clouds conquerred the sky
and devastated the ground with pouring rain,
as if hiding a secret from me..

Then,I began to search,
For the thing that was missing from my life..
I strolled through the greatest woods,
and searched through the deepest caves,
I dived under the largest oceans
and climbed the highest mountains...
But I couldn't find the thing anywhere.,

And I came back to that bank of river,
the wind was on a roar
and the clouds were shattered.
I lay back and gazed at the fading day,
To realise again.,
That thing was not meant to be known
nor was it meant to be searched.,
but it was meant to be felt.,
that thing that was missing in me,
was the feeling,
of having a good friend by my side.