There are few people, who just met;
By chance but I don't want them to let:
Away from my being, because they all-
Are meant to become a part of my well
And their presences provide a wonderful,
Essence in my spirit that makes me thoughtful.
These all are called friends,
With whom we want our time spends;
But a good friend is who:
He will remain in your side,
When you are all in blue!
He will be there for your way guide.
With them, we share all the things,
Without shy coming between;
They just become the wings:
Which help us to fly without any mean,
Friends really are a prestigious gift of god;
Without them, this world seems very odd.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
There are few people, who just met;
By chance but I don't want them to let:
Away from my being, because they all-
Are meant to become a part of my well
And their presences provide a wonderful,
Essence in my spirit that makes me thoughtful.
These all are called friends,
With whom we want our time spends;
But a good friend is who:
He will remain in your side,
When you are all in blue!
He will be there for your way guide.
With them, we share all the things,
Without shy coming between;
They just become the wings:
Which help us to fly without any mean,
Friends really are a prestigious gift of god;
Without them, this world seems very odd.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.