I met him in the huddle of men And we talked about like politics & pen We shared some smiles, a few jokes too And the bond like vice slowly grew. I donot remember what started our banter But it was enough to subside the winter As he sat beside like a school-time-friend And I reckoned the talk would hardly end. But soon the deity of Duty called Reminding of the wicked world And he & I exchanged good byes With smiles in cheeks & glitter in eyes. But I never tried to know his name Nor he enquired for the same He melted into the crowds again Like a heart flocked by eclectic pain. The road of life goes unend Not everyone can be a known friend....
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I would like to translate this poem
This one is interesting: : : : : : Sometimes an unknown friend can do more things than a known one! ! !