For Nisa
Days no longer simple, but busy and hard, As life moves on to roads with new bends, Every day comes, as we stand on guard, A question echos in mind, 'What is a friend?' Afternoons spent in laughter and screams, Finishing sentences which had no sense, Calling each other even after a busy day, Those were the days, smiles had no end, You had my back, and I had yours, Messages needn't phones to be sent, Understanding silences played a big part, You were, always after all my best Friend!