The person,
Whom we insult a lot,
Are the friends,
Who are tied with us from a trust's knot.
Those are our friends,
Who teach us new trends,
If we do not talk to them even one day,
Then we message them again and again for something to say.
Friends are our secret keepers,
That's just what we think,
But in reality,
Half of them just leak.
Friends are those,
Whom we trust a lot,
But ninety nine percent of them just leave,
By breaking that special knot.
Some of them just use us,
some of them are true,
But how do we get to know this,
As we don't know any magic to do.
Friends are our treasure,
They are like our family,
We do never want to lose them,
Whether they hurt us badly.
Friends are our part of life,
Without them with whom would we strife ???
