People came , betrayed and went,
I’ve seen hundreds like them.
All they needed was something from me,
They left me after they got them.

Years passed by as many came and many went,
Stabbed by all those knives my back was bent.
Really Hurt was I as I was afraid to remove those knives,
Only to Find that one Friend like Gold,
His words bold like Honey and a heart of Gold.

His name was Raghav who came from the...