Even in the busy chores of morning,
We just wish each other morning,
That's the way our day starts,
As we know each other through heart.
This friendship is so rare,
For each other we care.
Though we meet once in a way,
That does not make us go far away.
Sharing through chat a lot,
Solving problems by giving it a thought.
We talk about anything in our minds,
As our natures are similarly designed.
There is no room for lies,
As for rules of friendship does not apply.
No sorry No thank you,
As we made it a rule when friendship was new.
Any time, any day,
Even when sorrows lay,
And we are away,
We chat and make each other gay.
Its a relationship-
Where we share and care,
And that's why I say-
This friendship is rare.
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