a poem by Rajorshi Bose

God makes many humans, ugly, smart, attractive and dull,
But among the millions, few are special.
They are good men, without any doubt,
Cause when they are in, problems are out.
They are all unique like five fingers of hand,
Their friendship is a magic without any wand.
First came a boy full of wisdom and fame,
Very cool and helpful, Setu was his name.
The next number is of a boy so tall,
In front of Anuj’s brilliance all of us fall.
Third came a boy who is left hand champ of my class,
Raunaq as he is called is full of strength and mass.
All of my friends are good and nice,
For the friendship and love they give has no price!