Friendship Poem by Prabir Gayen

Friendship
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Friends are gravel on the way of life,
They come with time and wither with time,
They have no definite place in life,
Friends are foe in disguise.

On the mundane field they are essential diseases,
Without that sickness life becomes desert.
And loneliness stops to move.
Friends come to give knowledge deep,
From loneliness to aloneness we should move.
From outward glory to inner space of detraction,
From fullness to empyrean emptiness.

Friends are the blessing of life and they take from us our root, the ground,
They tie us to mundane happiness,
The Chameleon of dearest one we fathom a friend,
Friends are not friendliness,
Friendship from friendliness is beyond measure,
Only divine can put, through grace, our being to that state,
Friendship is love on the periphery,
having floating roots,
Beyond grasp is the root where relation drops,
Without the mind a friend is born where friendship reaches not.
A friend and a foe both are synonymous.
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