Friends,
Most of them are like drums
Emptier their inside,
The more they sound.

Some like bells
chime incessantly
To gleam themselves
but cuts our life span.

Some like Judas
betrays for a nickel and insults

Some like Brutus
Misunderstand easily
And raise armies against us
on the streets.

Still others like garden lizards
feign forgetfulness
Or like chameleons
change colours
Some time slink away
from problems like a turtle.
Or bribe their way
with crocodile tears.

Yet there are a few other
Who float through our dreams
Admonishing against evil designs
Living through fond memories,
Even after their death.