Friends,
Friends and kith's will let you down,
I remember,
How some separate,
I think,
Friends will not be around,
In Trouble's,
Only when cash is there,
Many friends are Around,
I realised,
That most of them are not our friend's,
In Great Tribulation's,
Always make us Fail,
I Realised that many are foes,
Only to never appreciate Little Given.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a brilliant write of the essence of a friend