It was hard to say Goodbye though;
I had to come miles even if I wished not so.
I could do nothing as I had to be on gears;
Rather on back I had to pack all of our cheers;
Now when I miss you, I recall the times we did share;
You and I trying to define life in bottles of beer;
Switching onto another story, of love and of chicks;
Then conversing grace of our lives and the beer, the kicks;
Often we adventured to the nearby Waterfall;
Together attending Natures' gracious call;
In every thick and thin as one we stood;
For nothing may remain eternal but our Brotherhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem