Two little boys swore to holy friendship,
There was no bond to tie them or kinship.
Days went by fast, and they remained true,
They took different paths in life, high and low.
They seldom saw each other on purpose or met.
Though they had a great deal of love and respect.
Year after year after year they had not met,
There was also a war that struck so hard.
One was out. One was there on his guard.
But deep inside, they have some hopes,
For they believe they know the ropes:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem