Missing friends

When my friends were with me,

I was like a green tree.

Now they are gone,

My life has become a sorrowful pond.

They were the good memories of my life,

They were the sharpness of my knife.

They were the taste of my food,

They were my best dude.

Friends are the confidence of one another,

They have no caste that can differentiate them further.

Without them my life has become a computer without screen,

When they were with me I was a tree of green.

They were the ink of my pen,

They were the rocks of my life's den.

But now they are gone,

My life has become a sorrowful pond.