Adish, what does it mean?

Is it a radish?

No.

Is it an ostrich?

No.

He's a friend, my friend.

A very good friend,

From Canada.

But I'd rather go to Bermuda.

An Indian friend

With a heart of gold

Too bad a girl

Turned it into mold.

But maybe I can restore him

To life

So he won't live with

So much strife.

Olive colored skin

And brown eyes.

Too bad he's not

Here with me now

But maybe...

In the next life

Somehow.

A/N: This is just amateur poetry so please don't critique it so harshly.