* I DO NOT LIKE * I do not like fair weather friends Who seek the sun to suit their ends But should the slightest cloud appear, They are the first To disappear! Still, long as the sun's standing high They'll stand by you until you die, Until your lungs exhale their last To send your flag Flying half-mast! Their eulogies praise your deeds When your will reflects their needs, While those who stand all the stress, Are too often Valued less! Good friends are rare as is moon rock! More precious than the hallowed stock That lines the walls of Heavens’ high Where those anointed Sit and sigh! I do not like fair weather friends Who seek the sun to suit their ends But should the slightest cloud appear They are the first To disappear! RAJA CHANGEZ SULTAN