Saket Suman Poet Blank verse

They Are the Friends

Out of the million heads I see around, 
There are very few who rise in the
crowds to look for me. Out of the million
hands, that work and toil each day, there
are very few which come to my rescue
in the hours of my need. Out of the million
cameras treasuring the beauty and zest, 
there are some few which rejoice in
picturing me and out of the million legs, 
there are some few which are willing to
share a mile with me.
I ask lord a name-a suitable name to call
them, a name that can acknowledge the
miles they share, the words they utter
and the love that they shower. Only
one strict dad to clear the school bill, 
only one sweet mom to comfort the lill’
but a hundred Friends to paint the memory, 
some to have fun, some to hang out and
learn and some to offer a shoulder to weep
upon. At times they are the dad, at others
they become the mother, to guide-to teach, 
to fight and reconcile, to practice-to preach, 
and to love and hate-they are the friends, 
friends who combine and bind every
relation in friendship. They’ve no greed, 
no ego and no reason to stand by us but
from the spoilt son to the truant, each
one of them, somewhere is a great
Friend! ! 
Saket Suman

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Joseph May May 12, 2012 at 5:35 AM A friend is a treasure indeed Saket..I enjoyed your poem.. Saket Suman May 12, 2012 at 5:45 AM the pleasure is mine Joseph, thanks for your like and reading. After-all in the era of e-books and novels, very few read poetry, thanks anyways.