It is his companion
A lap of reassurance
A warmth he turns to
When all else turns against him.
His antics make me wonder
About the comforter each of us evolves
For some it is exercise
Others music, yet others
Each one returning
To a zone of knowledge, of loving
Where we are not judged, merely accepted.
That is the simplicity each of us seeks.
But few find.
Maybe we need to look back
Walk down the dark dusty memory lanes
To revisit our old companion
And see if we love him
As much today, as we did then.
Maybe, just maybe, it will be a journey
That will let you sleep again
Like a baby.
~ Bharti Athray
Image source: cultured.com | painting by Jean Vanden Eeckhoudt