Friends

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke

To my freinds I feel gracious

Who stick with us

(For various reasons)

You don't really select them

In fact you get selected from the crowd

There are many varieties

Some are sporties

(Mostly found in dozens)

They use you to put the blame

When the gangster guy has fouled

Some are mysteries...

Their raised eyebrows greets

(Seen only in particular seasons)

Like exams, festivals; not really tame

Not very social, not so proud

Then there are these scholarlies

Who know the worth of the paid fees

(Filled with so many questions)

They may even forget your name

Knowledge and books is all they care about

Then we have the gossipers

Don't fall for their polite "thank you" and "please"

But they are the ones

Who light the flame

And keep the conversation spicy and hot

Above all, few are dangerous

They are not moved by your tantrums or fuss

They accept you with your imperfections

They help you sort your problem

They guide, appreciate and never doubt.

So friends are the makers

They convert you into characters

Holding a fathoming furious gun

They are the topaz, they are the gems

You should preserve and sought

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke