Falling while chasing one’s goals, 
Time is ticking so fast
And so it hurts even more
When troubles have you in clasp.
You are lucky if you have 
A brother’s hand on your shoulder, 
The worries fly away in a minute 
And you rise again, bolder. 
Celebrations would not be the same
If not with your crazy friends.
Hearing out sullen stories, 
But didn’t seem to be much, Reaching hearts and touching souls, 
Hidden in it was a comforting touch.
 

 
  By Shobhit Kakad