I wonder why,
People look at the sky,
To refer to God and the like,
Personifications of all that is kind.
If asked, I name you, O Friend!
You are a joy, without end,
You, alone, can make life a treasure,
To have you, is my life's pleasure!
Sad that I was not there to celebrate and share your joy!
But, I don't want to miss that sweet smile on your face while you are reading this mail.
Above is my little but 'filled with love' gift. A poem that voices my adoration for you.
You have become someone whom I can rely upon at any phase of my life,
An inseparable part of my day,
You tickled my moody evenings to bursts of laughter,
You held my hand during my aimless wanderings,
A patient listener to my endless nonsense,
A wonderful audience-cum-reliable judge to my amateur scribblings,
Above all, You are Just You!
Wish You a Happy Birthday!
She's my best friend and it was her birthday on this date. Unfortunately, I was not with her to gift her with the most precious of gifts and see the childish joy in her eyes. How often do we find people who stand by friendship? I had, in my life, seen people run away from responsibilities that a friend brings along. This angel has shown me the difference between bonding and fake relations, between truth and fraudulence. I'd just do anything to please her. But, on this special day, all I could do was mail her, which made that angel immensely happy. It's really a pleasure to have her in my life.
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