I''m always helpful, friendly and kind,
To each and every friend of mine,
The results of this, however, I never
cared,
Unselfishly, my knowledge, I''ve always shared.
Progressing steadily under false intelligence,
Each friend flourishing with my guidance,
Gradually perfect when they''d become,
The friendship they''d begin to shun.
The one I love, receives special care,
But friendship is not for me, even there.
Though all help is given and never denied,
But in that person, also grows a certain pride.
The same unfriendliness again repeats,
And that special friend from me retreats.
Perhaps it''s not for me, to have a good friend,
But to be eventually kicked by all in the end.
Shweta Kapoor