A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.
Zamane se kab ke hum gujar gaye hote,
thokar na lagi hoti bach gaye hote,
bandhey the to bas tere dosti ke dhage mai,
warna kabke motiyo jaise bikar gaye hote..
Kabhi ansu kabhi khushi bechi,
hum garibon ne bebasi bechi,
chand sanse hain kharidne ke liye,
roz marti hui zindgi bechi.
Stane lage mujhe jb mere hi saye,
preshan hoke maine roshni bechi.
Ek hum the jo khud hi bik gaye,
vrna logon ne dosti bechi
