A POEM I WROTE LONG BACK FOR MY BEST FRIEND:

In cold chilled nights when the horses gallops,

like in old vineyards & cottages follows;

i could smell the fragrance of your friendship as fresh tulips.

You paved my path to the cascades of love & affection;

which you made me cross, with drownings or perfection.

when you hold my hand & i felt the tender touch,

obsessed in me was the feeling which was pure & rich.

then the epoque of ups & downs,places where i frown;

revealed were those illusions which were never shown.

i stood up with your hands as my soul & look at the face to thee;

shocked, amused, contented to see those mesmerising hands of..............!(here is supposed to be her name rhyming with thee)