Poem: On Drifting Apart

By Dr. Archan Mehta

It is time to say good-bye, but I don’t

Know why I sigh when I shake hands

With you: maybe it is because I feel

Blue at the thought that we may never

Meet again, friend. We go back a long

Way: we used to be children at play, 

Floating paper boats on a clear, blue lake.

For your sake, I remember how I would

Offer you a piece of fruit to satisfy your

Hunger and, to quench your thirst, a glass

Of water too. We were true to our childhood

Once upon a time, but, sadly, time has

Moved on and so must we: parting feels

Almost like it is written in our destiny.

Even so, I will keep hope alive and stay

Optimistic about our chances to meet again:

We are soul travelers and, therefore, eternal friends.

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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Writer and Consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative work has been featured in numerous publications in India, U.K., USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and stay on top of current events. Dr. Mehta is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to Dr. Mehta at