A lot of relations throng,
God creates some,
Draw we some in the social garb,
But nothing relates humans,
as does friendship divine.
Lynched by formality is this world,
For nothing is society but rules of convenience;
The individuals form society by
becoming ceremonious, social to all,
Doctrined are thus the relations here.
But, friendship evades laws,
Most informal as it is,
Sheds away all cautioned, decorated self;
Enlarges the individual’s scope with soul freed,
Suffocated who earlier with the chained self.
All behave stilted, skewed here,
Some for their own greed,
Also, some for others’ harm,
Thus framed in cunningness becomes each,
As nothing else is society.
But friends share all,
Break they walls of social norms and etiquette,
Multiplies individuality to
become a spacious whole,
Ethereal is this ‘unsocial’ supplement.
Many envy the enhanced persona;
Individuality lost among the friends,
But, the enlarged self never
goes astray; such is
friendship, fracturing formal rules.
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