I have friends who are always here,
These three I talk about are among the best.
The three vices that keep my life fair.
I would be lying if I said they were just mine,
They are god-sent friends - all-too-divine.
We all meet them and keep them at life's sharp bends,
They are most undoubtedly - our best friends.
The first friend makes you feel more,
He gives us fake tears and eye-sores.
He makes us superior,
As if others aren't there,
He is what we play to rule,
He is what saves them fools.
Conceit and mercy it shows,
He is a friend whom as Pity we know.
The second friend is this guy,
He always makes us cry,
We fear him -
And, yet keep within,
He cripples us and gives us tears,
He exaggerates our crimes, he secludes.
But, in those dark times, he is always near,
He, however, keeps others as far as he could.
This is a friend, everyday whom we meet,
He is my second best friend - he is Guilt.
The third friend is a girl,
Beautiful, glamorous and tall.
She is a deity within us all,
Through success, we meet her,
And, till death we keep her,
We love her the most, she gives us fame,
She is our soul mate - Vanity is her name.
And, so, my friends, thence I share,
The name of my pals who're always there,
For when I don't need them, they hold me tight,
And, I loose myself 'neath their might.
I wish to leave 'em and never see them again,
But, I know they'll be around as long as I remain.
- Prashanta Ojha
