The poem, which I had written when I was in 11th Standard, for “Just Teens”, a section of the Hindustan Times newspaper. This poem got published, in the Write-In section!
When I would get my dream friend
Will it be tomorrow or sometime else?
I don’t know what a best friend means
Because till date I have never seen him
Is it my ego or do I peevish
Whatever it is I can never forgive
In this world of conceitation
Coping with others become a tension
I don’t believe in to be ostentatious
‘Cause I know it cant serve any purpose
I want to be natural I want to be Instinct
As in my opinion
True satisfaction lies only in it
Sometimes I think, may be that’s the reason
For why I do not have pals even one
In the journey to find a friend
I have got many intermediate one
But whenever I tried to question the truth
I am only dragged to the dark ends
To my almighty I can only say
Give me the power, give me the sense
For I could know other’s indigence
And fulfill their demands
If it is necessary to make a best friend
After all it is not worth
To make hundreds friends a year
But to make a friend for hundred years.

Vineet kumar
Class XI
November 2nd, 2003