I was friends with a friend, who cares of me more than a friend,

Our friendship was greater than those of many wiser, of many older than us.

Even the seraphs of heaven were covetous of us, our friendship was thus,

Had a peak higher than that of the Eiffel tower, was more apparent than the Great Wall of China.

Friendship of us, was more than just austere, less than just complicated,

It was a bible for friends for being friends.

Though we were of different castes,

Though we were of different races,

Though we were of different age,

What we had in common was the thing far superior to all above,

We called it friendship.

Met we accidentally, unintentionally,

But, wonder I, why was I scared when he did not respond to my calls,

Why I wanted him to be around me, playing with me, all the time.

Alas! What more can I describe?

But, that glad am I to be a friend of you my friend.