Friendship Poem by swatee sripada

My dear friend

I am not a stone or crag

Not a mannequin in a showcase

With transcribed splendour

To display in all

I am neither a gorgeous expensive sari

Nor a diamonds studded nose-ring

I am not happiness on sale in the market



My dear friend

Entire night when it melted the moon

And smeared it to the fog- veiled dim light

When thirst quenches

With melted expressions and emotions as a flow

As enjoying the elixir and achieving the eternity

-I appear



This is not a chapter where

You can change the paragraphs at your will,

It is not a document to rearrange overnight

It is not the chair

That can move mountains

Without even moving a finger

Silently gathering the emotions

Without even a hint

The inner Tsunami that

Fuses the souls-

In the fire of emotions when it burns

And germinates as dream of pure gold,

Then

The long travel of two souls together

At the end the Taj Mahal -is the friendship.