A Friend

 (I am dedicating this poem to a wonderful friend, Mary Sawariyar from Johor, Malaysia)

A gift so priceless

A true friend that comes along

In this sojourn called life.

Rare indeed this precious gems

Through good times all shall stand by

But, through bad times only a handful remains;

Like the flame seated on a pure white candle

While burning steadily, it may flicker occasionally,

But, till the last drop of wax comes to an end

It shall remain there casting brightness all around;

Like the dark clouds with whimsical smiles

Thrown at the skies and all that beyond

Friendship may stumble and fall

But, the divinity of friendship will never fail,

The silver lining always tell the tale of this.

A gift I have gotten from the Highest One

A teacher, a friend, a sister and a listener

To learn from, to share with, to joke along

And to pour the joy and pain

A wonderful friend called Mary.

Thank you my dear friend.

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