Friend

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib

Sometimes I close my eyes,

Or hide under smiles,

They call me shy,

While my friend aside,

Looks up the skies,

And talks to the clouds,

As winds ride,

Two tunes apart,

Yet our hearts,

Seem to,

Sing the right lines,

They call me mad,

Sometimes wild,

I burn fires and ash,

While thunder and lights,

Breathe along my side,

They call me mad,

Sometimes bad, sometimes wild,

Meanwhile my friend,

Weeps and cries,

Pink all the time,

That kind, we call,

Once in a while

Yet our hearts,

Seem to,

Sing the right lines,

Our hearts,

Seem to sing the right lines,

Holding hands tight,

Keeping minds alive,

Making the best times.

You have one life, be yourself, who knows that you being too much is the light of someone else.