Treasure Island

Vineet Bansal


Would u be my friend......


i like talking to u
u always seem to listen
whenever i tried not to tell u anything
u always find out a reason

i like arguing with u
Which makes me feel like a Lion
but its ur sensible & intelligent answers
which makes me to see another side of coin

i like laughing with u
till my stomach begins to ache
and i wish to be like it always
beacuse it helps me to forget all heartache

i like fighting with u
it teach me the importance of dove
but How can we fight with a person? ?
whom we dont love

So, would u be my friend...
for the time we are together
and let me be with u
till the time force us to say goodbye forever

Submitted: Wednesday, December 03, 2008

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  • Brishti Mazumdar (6/8/2009 12:31:00 AM)

    So, would u be my friend...
    for the time we are together
    and let me be with u
    till the time force us to say goodbye forever

    A very practical approach...I will try...10 for the way of thinking...Brishti mazumdar (Report) Reply

  • Priya Arora (12/3/2008 4:07:00 AM)

    Thats an awesome poem Vineet..Beautiful thought to be appreciated..You deserve 10 for this :) (Report) Reply

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