True friends are rare
they won't let you spare
in both, times of happiness and grief...
They are like breeze of fresh air
when there is drought around you, everywhere...
When you are in pain, they make sure you get relief
when you do something noteworthy,
they make sure they get a grand treat...
They are sugar, if life is a sweet
They are special, no matter what, never let them go
If there is something to sort out, first kill your ego.....
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I would like to translate this poem
first kill your ego, very true, my dear poet, let us introspect.within ourselves.