Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Old Friends. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Often sees the old friends
Who lives spending the evening time
The evening days they likes the life
The spend days they forgets
For a proper balance sheet they fear
The spend days a concern with the evening days
Every day is important for a man
Except the own birthday some one exclaims
They suffers the tore of life itself.
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