My Friends
My friends
Horizon I not be so far for me
But my friends are
I am blind to look how they are
There silence make me worry
As a root of Plant of onions care not to cut me same my eyes breath to refrain my soild eyes
Each of numbers of our talks and play games hiding love and care never give me to stop to stop that you are my friends
The day when my smile goes you hold my hands
A smile that to a crow why because I feel happy when my
Friends are happy........
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
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