Someone Whom I Want To Eat  There are people called ' Strangers '  Who pose me no threats , no dangers.  They see me daily but do not talk; I see them daily and ahead I walk.  Then there are people ' Less Friendly ' Who like to speak with me rarely. Or, chat in a year once or twice.  Or, call when they need my advice.  Next group is made of my ' Ex-friends '  Who could not leave me for two seconds.  Then they grew clever and left me alone— No meet , no message and no telephone.  Then there are people ' Very Friendly ' Who meet me often and talk Kindly. They laugh and eat and travel with me.  I love them like the whale loves sea.  Then there is that ' Intimate Person ' , Sweet and sour like a lemon.  Someone who increases my heartbeat; Someone whom I want to eat.  Someone who knows my private life Someone dearer than friends and wife.  [ Poet : Sahil Sharifdin Bhat ]