One fine morning, as I was strolling on the beach,
Something amazing was happening, just in eye's reach,
Under the shadow of an umbrella, away from sun's hot screech,
Two chairs were talking, away from all sorts of glitch.
The friendship between them can be easily observed,
The conclusion for later, though can be easily reserved,
One was lively and outspoken, though appeared disturbed,
The second was calm and silent, almost to the extent of absurd.
The outspoken was telling, "those who sit on me never want to get up,
I take them through a journey of emotions, yet why am I seen as a lockup?
Each of them, one day is destined to meet you, in their ultimate hook up,
Yet, to meet you, most always run away from you, through many break up."
"Why sitting on me, people tend to forget how to enjoy the ride?
Why in this calm lovely shore, they always find the turbulent tide?
Why not they see you as my friend, their most trusted guide?
Why sitting on me, they think, from you, they can hide?"
The calm friend smiled and said with almost a divine voice,
"People who sit on you, are spoiled with millions of choices,
So, they fail to see the real ways to sit on you and rejoice,
They run from me, speaking loud, as if they have any choice."
"Those who sit on me, knowing me as your only true friend,
Know they have enjoyed you, smiling until the very end,
In their lives, emotions have found always a reason to blend,
They my dear friend, always have a story, worth to be penned."
Hearing the conversations, I moved closer to identify the chairs,
Who are they? Why are they speaking as if two saints are in prayers?
Close enough to see them, I found my cheeks moist with tears,
Life and Death are the chairs, the best friends, always in pairs.
(c)Amit Agarwalla
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