Today,
Under the influence of Western Trends,
A fuddled situation has arised,
To categorize our “friend for life”,
As “him” or “her”,
But as a true Indian,
I can see “her” through my eyes…….

A Friend for life
Ya!
She is the friend for life,
Through whom I can see a wife,
Among ma team players,
I’m the late runner,
But I’m the latest,
With the brightest one,
Ready to shoulder,
For the life run.

Light from many stars,
Tried to reach me,
But bounced back,
but this light pierced me,
making my surroundings enlightened.
Thereby, She’s the brightest one,
Among all the stars,
I’ve seen through my naked eyes.

She’s little and titchy,
Which makes the shower of criticism,
pour on her everytime,
in a coterie of biggies,
But these bullfrogs don’t know that,
Big things come in small packets.

We are out of phase,
Very much in our propagations,
But get modulated,
Without any loss in energy.

She’s the third light,
After Amma and Geeta Teacher,
The “Teesra” women in my life,
Which ends this hunt,
By terminating herself as my wife.

The first two lights are ,
Scholars by profession,
But the thoughts taught,
By the third one,
Helped me cross many boundaries,
Again making me one of the brightest.

I’m a leader by profession,
For some noble cause,
But often fail to make judgments,
Which created a black mark in me,
But she came with the eraser,
Again making me one of the brightest.

She’s the best guide,
for a tourist like me,
Who wish to travel,
Beyond sights…

Hey! Thou, no words to thank you ,
For my “friend for life”
Who’s a prayer to you .