Har roz 1 naya Banjata hai "DOST"
Humsa na mila hai na mile ga tumhe "DOST"
Azmaish shart hai to dekh lo azma kar,
Hum sa mil jae to mat kehna hamey "DOST
A moment of joy spent
under a willow,
The tear of eye that
wets ur pillow,
Sometimes pain
&
Sometimes pleasure
When given by Friends,
Both are treasure ! (:
Wh8 sweetnes is left in
lyf if U take away
"frndship"?
Robbing lyf of
"frndship" is lyk
robbing d sun of d wrld
A "true frnd" iz mre 2
b esteemd thn kinsfolk :)