The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him
Friendship grows out of chance
Meeting a mere glance
& Then a smie
& Touches the heart in
More ways then one
Isn''t it great
How We have grown
From being perfect strangers
To who We Are today
I''m fortunate to have found
A wonderful Friend like YOU
Ache dost “haath” aur “ankh” ki tarha hote hain,
Jab “hath” ko takleef hoti hai to “Ankh” roti hai,
Aur jub “ANKH” roti hai to “Hath” ansu pochtay hain.
Dil Nu Lag Jaan Rog Tey Ki Kerye,
Kisi De Yaad Vich Ankhiyan Ron Te Ki Kerye,
Sanu Milian De Tamana Rehndi Hai Har Dam,
Par Je Yaar Hi Pul Jaan Te Ki Kerye.
