Treasure Island

Kanishk Dang

(16-07-1997 / Mumbai, Maharashtra, India)

Friends Forever


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...

Submitted: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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This is my true feeling when I met my dear friend after many years. I was cycling in the morning when I came across him and we started chatting. I composed this sonnet of 3 quatrains and a couplet. I hope you enjoy it.

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