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My Friend

A small attempt to thank all my dear friends ,those who were in secondary and higher secondary level, my college friends, my a few neighbours, my hostel friends and my lifetime friends at work place, my siblings and my life partner. Those who can read my mind, guess my mood, bear my tantrums, forgive my blunders, tolerate my short temper, ignore my flaws, mentor me round the clock and above all love me unconditionally. 


You are my best friends
On whom l know l can depend
My heart says who will not hesitate to defend
If l slip and towards wrong l bend.

Who have power to heal 
And on my wounds have their  soft words as seal.
My sorrows only they can kill
Who are my sweet pills.

Who are different from the crowd
Whose presence makes me feel proud
With whom one day l would like to fly
I don't know why at present l want to cry.

Whose absence makes a void
Whose memory l can't avoid
In their intense eyes
All my worries dive.

May they achieve all their goals
And climb success pole
Peace and Solace be their  strength
And no-one steal my place as their friend..


Comments

  1. Truly defined the significance of a friend in one's life 🙌🏻

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  2. हमेशा तुम्हारे साथ रहेंगे।
    बहुत बढ़िया

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  3. True frnds r the best thing in the whole world !! 💫✨

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  4. Very nice dear manika God bless you

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  5. Very nice dear manika God bless you

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  6. Thanks for being a beautiful part of my life

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  7. Beautifully depicted the importance of friend in our life in a
    rhythmic way.
    Superb

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  8. Great, wonderful expression, truly defined a friend. 🤗🤗

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  9. Beautiful description of " A friend" in My Friend.

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  10. True friends always there whenever we need

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  11. A friend in need is the friend indeed ... Commendable ma'am. 🤗👏

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  12. You r my very young friend whom I admire from my heart and always feel proud of.V nice expression

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  13. Lovely mam
    True meaning of freind ❤

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