An old pal !

Truly named and rightly called, he is the 'Son of Christ'.The purest soul I've ever met and who cant even breathe the whiff of sin. His heart is of gold if that's the best comparison.He would silently walk in the footprints made by him as a play-mate.My old pal, Christy, carpetted my life with warmth and hopes in High School.His playful ways and humble nature can remind anyone of the childhood primitivity making him greedy, craving to abjure all ways towards materialism.I dedicate the following to him with utmost adoration...................

What should I do to depict you.

Calling you earthly would ill define you

A creature divine, sent by Lord, The God,

To add a pinch of happiness in this world full of odds-

An embodiment of virtues, compassion and affection

Pudged of grossness as if an incarnation

He sooths many hearts, relaxes many lips

He spreads radiations in the place he visits

The radiations glowed my life on the cherishable day I met him

They brightened it further since the day I understood him

In the early days, I thought him to be great

But, as time followed, he grew reverent and affectionate

He is as innocent and tender as a half-opened bud

But, at times, more caring than a mom to her pup

Anger and malice do not dare to touch him

Good things and feelings can't afford to keep away from him

He is a person, not only I, everyone likes and loves

He is more cute and adorable than a pair of doves

He gifted me with friendship when I had lost faith in it

He redefined the word when all others had fouled it

He is the brightest jewel in my crown, I would always like to possess

To be lucky enough to get him, I always do profess

He knows not how to hurt even the plume of a bird

But, once or more, I hurt him and thought I must have lost him

I thought him to be carried away by others

And so grew envious and suspicious

Then, he was the one to open my eye, He taught me to be patient and to rely

So, here, let me make the heartiest confession

My ways were out of sense of possession

The fear of my jewel being stolen..

The threat of my friendship being broken

Since men want their passion to be reciprocated

I desire my friend to always be bonded

And if at all, my friendship be true

Even if things go out of way, I have the firm belief I say

Time and distance may keep us apart, but, he will always remain in my heart

For, in my life, he's similar to none

I pray for his success and happiness to come.