Every friend when meets,
Seems an angel sent to us,
By the god from his providence,
But when departs after fulfilling,
His ends selfish and cunning,
All incidents of past moving.
In sky of our inner gloomy world,
Making us cry and buzzing sad,
Echo of pain within ending world.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 5:09 AM UTC
Every friend when meets,
Seems an angel sent to us,
By the god from his providence,
But when departs after fulfilling,
His ends selfish and cunning,
All incidents of past moving.
In sky of our inner gloomy world,
Making us cry and buzzing sad,
Echo of pain within ending world.
