Kanishk Dang (16-07-1997 / Mumbai, Maharashtra, India)
The blood of man too changes,
The brook too flees its bank,
Everyone comes and goes,
Lover too find other ways.
After being a friend one fled,
Lastly you and me meet again,
You are here, my blossom,
The flower, the friend whom I love.
The fountain of this hidden life,
Its friendship and we really fair,
Because the fate has made us meet,
It too understands our friendship's worth.
Let's stay together in each-other's heart's
Because what matters is you and me...
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