I try to think of new ,but something binds me with past
I try to write new thoughts daily ,but use all words which used in past.
This is a strange thing to think over, this is a boundless relation of mine
Here I feel a real sense of this kinship which I can’t determine.
Friendship is ship of friend which takes me away in a strange oasis,
Where I could have lot of fun with some close friends
Friendship is like breezy winds which bring a smile along it
Which smells like a fresh, while hold me in old trends.
It’s fragile more than a mirror of life. It’s strong more than a strongest any thing
So we should care of this relation which is called a friendship.