Friends can be naughty, they can be sweet, 
They praise and also criticise our many deeds.
It is a combo like angel & demon or beauty & beast. 
Play, dance, travel or climb on the trees, 
Friends shall stay till the funeral meet.
One with friends blossoms, 
many memories are woven, 
Pair like a pearl in the oyster or the black of a raven, 
A bond like it is written in the Heaven. 
Hearing the genuine words that are unspoken, 
Our heart seeks solace in that person 
And if you have that one special friend
Cherish the bond you shall have with no one.
By Shobhit Kakad