Your friendship soaked me
As the first shower of Indian
Summer cools all heats.
But, I can't see you ever,
In your proper apron
That really fits.
Your soft wind is blowing
Along my weary heart.
No greed is there, no lust,
I miss the reality, genuineness,
And seek the missing part,
Which is tinged with only trust.
Real friendship, A thing so dear, You have expressed it, With much cheer. Touching poem, sweet and lovely, thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem on friend.....loved reading it. Short and sweet.