A Treasure Gem Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Shall I not confer a superlative epithet upon you
who stood by me at the time of tempest
at the mid sea as a brave fellow sailor?
When you clasped my clenched fist
with the warmth of a true comrade
and got me back my blown off cap;
as a holy savior saved me from the sure disgrace,
I held your hand close to my heart
and on the shore across the turbulent storm
we clapped together hurray and sang a carol,
the earth heard the brave hearts' rejoice.
Who could be better than you as a true friend?