My Friend

Looking around myself,
I saw but so many people.
Who claimed to be friends
And sometimes, lovers.
Some of whom I know very well.
To be my betrayers also claimed likewise.
They smile before me.
But after me, they scorn.
Yet! They say they are friends.
And I call them hypocrites.

Then thinking about myself,
I found only one among them.
Who proved it all better,
To be there for me always.
Be it in troubles and or joys.
I met her but just recently.
And I say she is my best friend.
She is called Sherika.
And she is a friend in deed.
Though I seem just a friend in need.

At Allpoetry, we met.
When I read her poem,
Of hope, life, self and love.
Her words of testimony enslaved my mind.
That I love to be her friend till ever.
Her comments on my penning,
Gives me more encouragement.
That I will always write for her.
She is but my best online friend.
With time, I hope we shall surely meet