The place we met first...
No talk, only a matter of trust...
Past changed into present...
Our friendship is not absent...
Time goes by...
We were little shy...
A heap of talks are made by us...
We are the bestest one in the rush...
Problems came...
But we are not to be tamed...
Rigid we are, travelling in streets...
Matching the rhythm of our feet...
Morning, Sunset we enjoy together...
We will always be bestest friends forever.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem on true friendship True friends are very hard to find