Ramadan and old friends

How is it nice to see old friends? When they are almost to their near ends None of them complains about lost love Happily stay far and finally drove It is happy Ramadan month I would love to mention it forth How I missed a bus but got a friend? She was almost there in the green field Life is so dear and even made dear Wanting to spend rest of life and stay near How come those sentiments flooding clear mind Every moment is to be searched and get no wild She will praise for my poems More so of its contents and themes The feelings, human touch and belonging The pure thought process and its on going I am moved by her depth of love and understanding She has great urge for fight and then suddenly urge for mending This all makes her important in my eyes All my great thought and idea too almost flies It is holy month and she may be fasting Yet her love and attachment is ever lasting She did put some of the words very clear I have to take it honestly and keep no fear I too believed that it is equally important To follow the true path and learn instant What is real truth behind all great festivals? As they appear once in a year with intervals I spare maximum time in conversation Listen to friends and answer the questions They may have their own feelings and sentiments I try to hear patiently and offer suitable comments She may be offering prayers Passing from this earthly layers To the sky and almighty To justify upon being purged and feel happy When you hide nothing and keep heart pure? You are near to him for sure As love is also another name of dedication As you move in with blessings as clear indication She has put to me number of times That she wants always happiness and smiles She can grant it through her well wishes As it will be her endeavor till she perishes I wish I could be with her forever As it was dreamed never Yet today when I look back for her I feel sense of proud and honor