First Friend

Far were their houses..

But they were in touch..

Couldn’t meet each other often..

They missed each other very much..

Remembering the old days..she often used to cry..

Taking the deep breaths..she often used to sigh..

Far in other country he lived…

But he was the apple of her eye…

His job had left stranded him alone…

But he never forgot talking daily on the phone..

She was the one he missed the most…

Although he lived far…

But he never had the heart of stone..

He was the one saving her from all the ghosts…

Rakshabandhan and bhai dooj were the festivals… 

When she missed him the most…

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