FRIENDS

I asked Myself, ‘what is a FRIEND’?

The sound came back, a man like sand;

mould himself in your glee and grief,

never let you feel that the life is brief.

Others would leave during start & end;

You would find his signs, walking on strand..

I asked My Dad, ‘what is a FRIEND’?

Reply was terse,” the person who helps you stand”.

Pulls you from the deep pit falls,

& puts you back on the well lit strolls.

Some may deliver, some may deceive;

But you stay focused on your journey to succeed.

I asked My Teacher, ‘what is a FRIEND’?

Answer was straight,” who lay his helping hand”.

Accompanies you in the learning phase;

select only those with rightful ways.

His verbose speech had an end with usual deed,

That “ a friend in need is friend indeed”

I asked the God, ‘what is a FRIEND’?

A loud voice said,” one completes your clan”.

You dig up pearls from deep sea blues;

friend is a thread which doesn’t let them loose.

When you face dead end, or the road gets coarse;

I show new path, through that source.

I asked My Friend, ‘what is a FRIEND’?

He smiled & said,” your ardent fan”.

Friend supports you in thick and thin;

tries hard to see that grin.

Never let you live in a dreamy world;

makes you aware, when at fault.

Each is right, no one is wrong;

made me understand, what was unknown.

If I am asked & questions peep;

Rather giving answers, I would preferably skip.

Kshitiz Sehgal