A child asked the woman, the reason for her tears.
I lost one of my dearest friends, she said sadly.
Smiling with the innocence of childish age, he said
But you can always find another friend for you
How will she explain to this child,
That a friend Is not one, you can pick it up randomly anytime,
The friendship needed years of love and share
Nurturing and caring every moment of one’s life
How, this deep bonded vacuum can ever be filled?
How can her broken heart could ever be the same?