Masterpiece Poem by krishna kumar

You have no one to call you by a nick name
You have no silly jaded stories to be said again and again
You have no one to buy you something when your pocket is empty
And no one to share your money resting in your purse
No one to give the birth day bump
Once you had all these things done by few but you left all those
Because you believed these were little things
And life has many things more than this
You were right these were little things,
But why you yearn? For those little things to happen
Why you cry? When these little things fails to happen
Because you know very well that
Only these little things filled as the ink of
The pen that wrote the masterpiece named 'Friendship'