This relation keeps on growing
as long as the two ends are doting
thread by thread, bit by bit
every phase of a tug, a need
a hush here, a word there
a slice of life ready to share.
Contempt and fear has no place
no end, no argument, no race;
beauty or creativity spells no magic
there is no place for reason or logic.
Two arms open sky of unlimited love
search for trust in an open hub.
In the darkest ever corner of tear
they can kindle a glossy layer
fill it with joy, care and hope
ready to save when one is at slope.
Call this person a friend or buddy
a connection with all responsibility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exactly the real madness of friendship is visible in your poem....its really difficult to get such friends....hope for such a good friend... very nice attempt...