False friends can't be seen with the eye
These people are like cloth, dipped in dry
They sleep anyway they deem fit to lie
Be sure all they do is glorify
Then they turn their backs and say "bye!"
In Danger,they will rather leave you to die
In their good times, they will leave and fly
Most of the times, they want to see you cry
They will say "You are not one of mine"
But they will beg when it's their time
A friend in need is a friend indeed how right!
But if it is recited to them they say "O my!"
Why can't you just realise, just why?
To them you're just little fry
When they leave, they shall ask "why didn't you pry?"
But by then all you can do is sigh
© Aashiqul-Hurairah