Friendship - Poem by Majid Yousuf
Gone those days when my days were boring and tired, and then i was tied with a string called friend. With every passing moment we made it like monument, and in every passing hour it spread like a shower, this shower made a fountain and we grow like a mountain.made from the mole hills it reaches beneath the God, you ago it from the ground and it blooms in proud. I remember the way we made 'em towers of hope, and every step concreted with love and care, and we throned that tower with infinite honour. I wish our heads stand high like! em towers, still like 'em mountains.
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