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