My Friend

The morning brings with it everyday, a thousand reasons to be cheerful and gay.

All is worthwhile in a smile,

with no disguise in treachery and guile.

Everywhere around is nothing but mist,

with a fragrance of purity - I insist. Daily with her talks and occasional fight,

makes me cheerful and feel alright. 

She is a bit quarrelsome and lovelier still,

I know not her fully but thats how I feel.

She pretends to be angry but is never so,

that makes her all the more cute at one go.

Prasenjit©1997-2009