Friends are of many …
Some are happy
Some are kind
Some are funny &
Others are angry….
But
Who is your best friend ?
Is she your real friend ?
Some say “ Broke your mirror your friend is enough”
Others say love your friend as u love yourself…
Are they true or Are they fake
But the truth is my best friend is me
Things come by like we have to choose
Things come by like we have to act
Things come by like we have to suffer
The one who follows me is myself.
Wild is the world though it has beautiful forests
Wild are the forests though it has beautiful scenes
In the wilderness I could find my friend
Who is mature enough to nurture me
Who carves my life with emotions
Who writes a song to soothe me
And I found my friend in me .
Myself is my friend as yourself is yours
Nobody could replace such a friend
Nobody could touch her nor feel or see
She is in me ,she is the self me.
When or where she is there
Was or were she is true .
The future is ahead and past is over
World is moving and so is life
Seeds have flowered and fruits are ripen
And here me is, without another friend.
Life is a rainbow of emotions
Sometimes happy sometimes sad
Sometimes lonely sometimes all
Sometimes tensed and other times confused
Lonely is beautiful in one way
So I could speak with my real friend
Make her good and be her friend
The worsen she is not your friend
Love or hate she could bring
To wait or warn she could wake
To see the truth she could guide
To sing the song she could hide
Hide or guide she knows the way
The right way will deny the wrong one
Left or right look for your self
Self is help for someone asleep
Conflicts will never conquer
Until the truth wins and
There is she who decides the truth
Keep her abide with positivity
For positive thoughts are to be prioritised
Don't bend down before her for you have your own space
Still the world has a space for her
For you are still alive….
Darker days lighten up with her
A war with self opens up new world for all
Merry or worry world is in hurry
High up are the goals
For us to sew wings to go
