I call them
I call them Friends
They call me the same
I call them my life
But for them
I may not be their life...
Not their life but life line
Which can not be side lined
It is fact of life and a rationale
Take it as fresh air and inhale
Friends are real and tonic
You get hand without any panic
You have always feeling of being at home
Indeed they are not life but in life welcome
Love the end with mixed impression
Have attachment but no obsession
You need some one to be called a friend
Who can correct and bring happy end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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