Friends

By Ayush Muley

Even the stars held there deep in the sky

In each and every want by me, them to stand by;

In my body, in my wishes, in my leisure, in my dreams,

An edge of them is needed, even in my screams;

With them, I feel like something out of the box,

Not at all aware of even the clocks.

In my triumphs and my losses they are my troops,

In the toughest exams of life, they are my books.

With them my life is something the richest can’t buy.

But when they are not around, the poorest too laughs at me with a sigh;

Loosing them will be more deadly than loosing my soul,

My whole life will be buried deep down in a hole.

Always is trends…they are called friends.

By Ayush Muley