262:88; On Best Friends


As the wind caresses my features...
My mind rides with them,
In just blink, one jumps to another...
Yet, never fail in returning to its nature.


The mist is cleared...
Revealing the scene,
It might not be what my mind had painted...
But is beautiful, in its way...


Being a part of the story is an honour...
The role is not as important anymore,
As its significance varies...
For each role is unique.


Best friend, is who I am,
Placed above friends,
It is an honour for such a title,
I am glad.


Dear, as you gave me the title...
I vow to you that I'm always able,
Just come to me...
Though in my eyes, you are more...