In midst of our childhood,
When I found you,
You were devilish of all,
With child-like evilness,
but being purest of all,

For you hold a candid heart
beneath your devious sheath,
Always looking to outsmart
With your crooked teeth,

For even today, squabbling and quarrels are not unorthodox,
And have become our natural crosswalk,
Tell me, have you been more of a rival or a friend?
Hard to comprehend,

For what is evil in you is good in me,
And what is evil in me is good in you,
Though we are holding on a same anchor,
Still, we are being of different color,

For which I remember, grade 4 being the preface and spring of our friendship,
And grade 5 of our common infatuation,
Then, innocence ceases never to outstrip,
And you never ceases to being reasons of my irritation,

For you who is unnoticed season
Always laugh without any reason,
For you who is a lost star in a boundless space
Longing for an arms to embrace,

For you who knows my zenith, also knows my nadir.