Can I help you with that?
I wish I could.
I wish I could grant you peace.
I wish I could create joy for you.
I wish I could take your worries.
I wish I could digest your fears.
For this is not merely empathy,
This is love,
This is friendship,
That too in its most crude form.
For I bear no gifts.
I dont bring presents.
I don’t have those.
Nor can I afford them.
Nor do I believe in such pleasantries.
Rather I have the power to wish
And the will to make it real.
So, I will wish for my friend.
I will wish for you.
For it is the only thing I can give-Â a hope, a dream.
Because reality says I cannot wipe out your sorrows,
I cannot lift your pains,
I cannot rectify the injustices.
That is your path, I’m told.
That is your journey to endure.
But I will rest my hand on your back,
And I will wish,
Wish that it were not so,
Wish that my feet fit in your shoes.
Small or large,
I wish that I could drag them along a foreign path,
So that you may rest your tired soles.
For it’s only a wish that I can gift you.
But that wish encapsulates every bit of my being.
And I believe.
I believe that such kindness makes wishes bear fruit.