My Writings

Once a friend trusted much;
Now a stranger just as such;
Best of friends - thee would roar;
Mine's the name he sounded first.

The act of parting as it seems;
Nine long years friendship dims,
No theory enough to explain the fact,
So strange it seems more than the act.

Our act of action were all the same;
The views we had were same again;
Once so close our hearts would stay,
Some miles apart now are they.

Once I enjoyed accompanying thee;
He too felt the need for me;
Three years back when we parted first,
With nothing but a pair of broken hearts.

Fault if any he felt of me;
Forgive's the word I pray to thee;
Come closer and thou would see,
Yet again I feel a need for thee.

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