A Sonnet Of Friendship Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

When gentle water met with noble milk,
Its simple worth grew bright without a change.
"O friend, " it asked, "why shines my humble ilk?
How did my value rise so sweet and strange? "

Milk softly said, "You stood beside my side,
I gave you love, respect, an equal name.
True friends see worth where none is glorified,
They lift the plain and warm a modest flame."

Then water spoke, "When fire and heat appear,
I'll rise as steam before you feel the pain.
I'll guard you first, my friend I hold so dear,
And gladly fade so you may still remain."

Said milk, "If this is how true friendships stay,
I'll quench the fire itself to save the way."