Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Two Best Friends Who Remained Friends

It was friendship between two Sharks
They cared about each other
Often, even quarreled
Although, they never allowed their friendship to drift apart
As they were so true, towards each other.
Then, on an unfortunate day, one of the fish got slightly ill
This was very sad, for the other shark to witness
The cure, to the illness, was not easily available
Still, since they were best buddies, they remained for each other
Sadly, the shark which was ill, did pass away
However, their friendship was so strong that even at the end they smiled
As they cared for each other, with feelings of unending care
They were the two best friends, who remained friends till the end.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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In true friendship, the foundation of it all depends on trust. If friends do not trust and are not honest towards each other then such a bond between two pals, cannot ever prove to be lasting.

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (6/21/2014 8:13:00 AM)

    Very true said Rohit, true friendship is built on foundation of trust. I agree with you. Beautiful poem Rohit. Enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

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