Aditi Yadav

(09-11-1995 / Gwalior)

Friend


A friend is a mother who belives in you
A friend is father whos strict with you
A friend is teacher who teaches you
A friend is son who loves you
A friend is someone who never leaves you lonely
A friend is faith which you have in love
A friend is love which makes you feel better
A friend is joke which makes you smile
A friend is a mirror which makes you see 'you' in 'you'
A friend is a tear who cares for you
A friend can also give tear
but that tear will later shine in your happiness
a friend is himself a tear
Which appears in both happiness and fear
A friend tells you something you don't know
A friend is a angel
A message of GOD! ! ! ! !

Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2010
Edited: Saturday, January 16, 2010

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