Friends...

You meet, you greet,

You introduce, you smile.

The first time you meet a person,

Judge them to be honest or vile.

I did so with many

And ended liking only a few

Maybe coz they never liked me

Or maybe I had seen them through.

I have friends I could count on my fingertips

I have friends I could submit to

Growing up, as it is..

I was at first given a world of my own

Where I was safe in a cocoon

It was like a dewy morning

But soon it was noon

My eyes were unaccustomed to the world as it is

My mind didn’t know how to make wrong from right

Yet I was placed in this merciless world