Call Me A Friend Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Call me a friend, and do you know?
Friendship s a drink that changes with the seasons,
It's a soft cold drink in the heat strokes,
It's a cup of tea in the showers of rains,
With Dosa Masala or other snacks,
It's a tasty fruit juice in the autumn of life,
And when a friend is shivering with cold,
It's a cup of coffee with baked cashew nuts,
It's a glass of water in all seasons,
Not for drinking, for wiping the tears,
For washing the face and removing the dirt,
At the end of journey a blessing for the traveler.

(Dosa Masala is a South Indian Snack and my favorite snack as well. I wrote about Valsa George that she is queen of description. She replied as to what she should call me, I don't take much time in replying, specially to ladies)