For me you are..
Sometimes the confident me,
Other times myself.
My happiness in dismal,
And strength despite the weaknesses..
You are a tender love over envy,
A lending hand to escape gloominess,
My hope when despondent..
In life's shattered verity
and fake emotions...
My boon companion,
You are the one who embolden me,
To reach the proximity of my dreams
through twisted turns and trials..
You are my friend...My best friend
What do I mean to you my friend?
What do I mean to you...
A great start with a nice poem, Shreya. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Pankaj Gawade