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A friend
Who will know what a friend is
If one's soul hasn't perished amidst worldly roars
Inspite of death, when the heart wishes to live
Such mysteries bulge with the love of Self & all
Body dies each moment to give us new life
Of hope, of trust; of Love in deep control
I grow, you grow when rest of the people die
My friend lets me know "Yes! You're very much alive"
No words can fill the sketch
No notes can tune the beauty
Which generates the divine energy
Among selves we call as friends
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