genuine friendship
is nothing but just presence
there are no per-requisites
no demands
no expectations just the
honesty of being myself
and being yourself
nothing much just the feeling
that i am one like you
too, in this, in that, that
we belong to the same house,
on the same journey
inside this ordinary boat
with us are paddles and
rigs admiring the same
orange sunset between
the shadows of the hills.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem