
I don't want the flower carpet
Or the waving pine tips!
Wishes for a true friendship
The bond beyond love of souls!
I was led to the world of light,
From the darkness of loneliness by him.
A ravishing relation that controlled heart
Began slowly, we realized!
I wished to be hallowed by friendship,
By my rangy friend.
I enjoyed its nectar and rainbow colours
Our endearment was really different!
The crooked world murmured
The hills and mountains echoed,
"He is my valentine"-the sully in our friendship;
The rumours were shunned by me.
But, my sincerity was questioned by him,
It was taken as love of souls,
A feel that is controlled by heart;
We entered a skirmish which still lasts.
That tomahawk broked our relation.
The tear dripped is silently moving;
Who now can heal the deep wound?
Except the one who is far from me.
Hark to this the 'hectic world',
At least you my dear friend,
"It was the yellow roses bloomed;
not the red ones; in my garden."
Or the waving pine tips!
Wishes for a true friendship
The bond beyond love of souls!
I was led to the world of light,
From the darkness of loneliness by him.
A ravishing relation that controlled heart
Began slowly, we realized!
I wished to be hallowed by friendship,
By my rangy friend.
I enjoyed its nectar and rainbow colours
Our endearment was really different!
The crooked world murmured
The hills and mountains echoed,
"He is my valentine"-the sully in our friendship;
The rumours were shunned by me.
But, my sincerity was questioned by him,
It was taken as love of souls,
A feel that is controlled by heart;
We entered a skirmish which still lasts.
That tomahawk broked our relation.
The tear dripped is silently moving;
Who now can heal the deep wound?
Except the one who is far from me.
Hark to this the 'hectic world',
At least you my dear friend,
"It was the yellow roses bloomed;
not the red ones; in my garden."