The Real Friend Is The Tree Poem by Biplab Singha

The real friend is you.
You are friend from your childhood.
I planted you with a hope that you would be my friend.
You may not be sensatice as man,
But you're my best friend.
It's you who will be forever with me.
You're interestless, you're unique, not as others.
You abide by what I say,
You're silent.
Never you say that you feel cold-hot-troubled or disgusted with my orders.
You give me what you've,
And never expect something in return.
It's you who are always ready to get cut down for me.
I always shelter in your heart,
And you keep me shadowed;
Expresses your love for me by moving your ears.
I may leave you but you never.
I know if I go away,
You can't stop me but can stand,
Expecting for me til you don't stop your heart.