Under the shade of a candle,
My pen started a draft,
Linking words drawn deep,
From the recesses of a sincere heart
.
Its been days, weeks and now a month,
Since like a twinkling star,
I first saw U sparkling in that math class,
And got hoodwinked by your charming smile
.
Its been a month of sincere friendship,
Four weeks of you been there,
Enduring all my naïve excesses,
And still remaining my first bestfriend
.
Thirty days gone by now,
Out of which in fifteen,
I made you so livid and upset,
For which, I'm sorry as one can be
.
All said, I'm glad U are my friend,
And I can only hope the days gone by,
Would spring into years,
Bringing us closer as we walk through life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem