Wronged Friendship. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I thought he was my good friend
But I got the first signal of his vice
He used to talk ill words on others
He used to smoke fine, drank more
And made his own image so poor
The people tried to bring back him
As a perfect one to the society
I made my own ways as a friend
But he continued his own methods of life
Friends, who can support such friends
Their crimes, their cheats, attempts to vices
It is not our own concern and to correct it
But one he fouled my self and I left friendship.