FOR MY BEST FRIEND...

I was in grade 3 when I met her. She boarded the same bus as me. Apparently, she did not find a better place than beside the teacher. It was then that I befriended her and rescued her from that seat. From then, our friendship grew like it was on boost mode. Her stay in Mhow had been the longest! Even though she lives in another country today, it is never difficult to reach out to her.

Four years that I spent with her, on her fifteenth birthday, I thus describe in the four stanzas below.

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Of all of whom around me-

Never had anyone done so or see.

450 hours annually!

In the library I sat

With my library, reading all and Gilderoy Lockhart!

Once, results of a contest we decided to check out.

Politely complaining, individually, with the judges we sort,

Who knew that so our teacher had us caught.

Stand by me till the last blast, to she had forethought.

That day, true friendship is what she taught!

People find friend in pillow

I too thought so

For her gift said on the below

Happy friendship day,

And then she would go…

Whenever towards the post office anyone goes,

How I wish,

After walking straight up and left

Waiting for me, I stop at my best friend’s gate!

***Close together as far apart, best friends are always connected by heart!***

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