It has been a year,
I found a few friends.
A few turned into haters,
A few of them were fair.

A few had masks to wear,
Even back stabbed with tears.
A few had been my dear,
And in conflicts they cheered.

A few of them, all of the sudden left,
A few gave me, whatever they had.
People I have, are important than I had,
It is okay, if a few of them left,
I am glad for the number I have.

Maybe, I lost diamonds in stones.
Instead of feeling all thrown,
I am happy to roam alone.
As this time is different,
And now I am all grown.

- Sumeet Gulabani

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