S/he who
Our amity loves to cherish,
S/he who
The fulfilment of my wish
Has a bent to relish,
S/he who
Serves me a right arm
To parry,towards me,
Inflicted harm,
S/he who
Like a mirror
When I err
Gently draws my attention
To self-image
Tarnishing error,
S/he who
Basks in my success
Than covertly prove
An enemy adverse,
S/he who
Like a wolf in a sheep skin
With my closest ones
Doesn't commit a sin—
Which to forget but not to forgive
I will find hard
Before I am sent to
The graveyard
S/he who
Like a cat or snake
A retaliatory measure
As a knee-**** action
Does not take,
Also with gentle admonishment
Willing to forgive
My mistake,
S/he who
Without ifs and but
My inborn follies willing to accept
S/he who
During all seasons
Agreeable or adverse
A chameleon
His/her stance
That doesn't reverse,
S/he who
That doesn't
Behind my back gloat
When I lose
A battle fought,
When the aforementioned
Conditions set
Are met,
As gold is tested
With fire
A genuine friend
I admire!
A poem for friends day
