adil khan

(30 jan / gwalior)

Friend is Just A Friend


friend is just a friend.
he is not good,
or not a bad.
he is just a friend.
hold it when he is sad.

friend is just a friend.
he is not a men,
or a women
he has no caste
just like a seasons rain.

they are not even,
they are the odd.
except it.
he is the gift of god.

he is not black,
or the white.
somewhere wrong,
but mostly right.

friend is just a friend.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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  • Hajeeb Nariyan (7/10/2007 12:58:00 AM)

    I really liked your poem, I could see the message you were trying to send clearly. To you, friendship has no race/age/gender, a friend is just a friend :) (Report) Reply

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