Friend

Krishna comes in disguise in my dreams and gives me the offer to become His best friend. Arrogantly, I convey, 'Oh, My God, I have no time to become your best friend, I can't emulate Sudama, I can't be like Hanuman And I can't be like Arjun.'

Yes, Oh! My imperishable God, I am not true to my friends in my planet, I am busy with WhatsApp, Facebook, Twitter, posting my work, boasting upon them as my magnum opus, I have no time to make a call to them, I have no time to drop myself to their home to see whether they are in pink of health or not, I have no time to meet them even I am in their city. 

Yes, Oh the puissant God, I am not staunch to my friends who have given me profound affection and so how can you expect me to become your dearest friend? I can't nod to your proffer. 

Oh! God, go back, don't come again with your ridiculous offer, if possible with the rays of your boon, change my mind, uproot the arrogance, fill me with childish innocence, demolish my pride and free me from showy burdens and once you accomplish these things, you don't need to come, I will follow true friendship, I will be again heartbeat of my friends delivering trueness and after that I will definitely leave no stone unturned to match the caliber of your greatest devotees and friends.