As I slept after the hard busy fashion,
Soon was I captive of the same old illusion,
In it I played with a friend of mine,
The friend who met me only in my visions…
The friend of mine is literally not human,
Instead it would be correct if I call him a medium,
The medium that stayed with me at all harsh times,
It taught me humanity without himself being human…
When I first saw him in an illusion of mine,
I was scared to death and couldn’t sleep fornights,
But soon as I realized his brighter perimeter,
I finally realized him as the best friend of mine…
He lived a life with honor and ethics,
Understanding everyone was his born gift,
Although his life was way far from being civilized,
But living in the jungle doesn’t make him wild…
After our first encounter I opened the story books,
Everywhere I found him as a guide in the woods,
He tend to help anyone with a good heart,
He even honored his hunt with full regards…
It made me confused to read more about him,
Cause literally speaking he was a dangerousassassin,
Behaviorally I did thought it to be wrong,
Cause he belonged to the family of man’s bestcompanion…
Some stories called him a brutal murderer,
But some also called him the god’s messenger,
It said when he howls he talk with the gods,
His voice goes beyond the abyss of the universe…
Every night when I returned to my heavenlyillusion,
We used to stare each other and talk in silence,
We were to understand so much from then,
As if we wanted to replace our own existence…
The eyes of his I can never forget,
They spoke more words than any language possess,
We were the only thinkers, who talked about theworlds,
Each of us was unaware of each other’s world…
I wish today for the honor he showed,
I wished that honor to be present in all,
And if this wish is greater than I could ask,
Then I wish myself… “Wish I was a WOLF!!!”
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