for little Rohit's art-book

written during my homeward train ride:

To Friendship

When I'm wearied, down, feeling low or sore
When I cannot see the light anymore
You knock unexpected at my door
And guide me safe to the shore.

And when I'm shiny, light, gay and high
(for happiness needs not a reason why)
You gift me wings, help me fly
Soar the heavens and touch the sky!