Treasure Island

Mridula Gupta


My Friends


I have many friends,
And they know every trend.
Some are faithful,
Some are true.

God created such wonderful creatures,
Who have very fascinating features?
I these creatures some were good,
And some were rude.

They always will remain in my heart,
I pray to god that we never part.
You can’t forget them,
They are like precious gems.

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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i wrote this poem when the shuffling of the classes was going to take place and i didn't wanted my best friends to be parted from me. i wrote this poem so that if we were going to be parted but will remain in each others heart and i wrote this poem when we were sitting in the class

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