People who make us

people who make us,
to whom we owe so much,
from little things like gel pen,
to bigger things like trust,

who stand with us, given the feet hurt,
who share our pains, when situations get worse,
those rich people who can afford to buy us smiles,
those big at heart, who have a place for our delights,
those shelters in the rain of tears,
those, who can absorb our fears

they the people, who share our childhood,
especially the better part,
consisting of times spent with them, good or bad for the last,
while with them we have become,
who we are,
while with us, they realised,
who we were.

life when sought through the lens of their love,
is such a lovely paranorma,
like the serenity of a calm lake,
and its aroma.
We should, if we could, somehow, thank these people,
for being there for us,
but how on earth, only with words, would we be able to,
deal with such a huge debt?

world gives them many names,
of god fathers, angels, fairies and more,
we never know from whom have they been sent,
but in my knowledge of this world,
I name them friends