Friendship
I always miss the laughter,
That makes and solves the disaster.
On the top of our voices,
We used to make fun and noises.
One tiffin but several hands,
Rounded with friendship bands.
Outside the class we stood,
Making as much excuses as we could.
A dark and a rainy day,
Expecting maths teacher to be absent everyday.
We are like the birds that flew,
Missing the memories which are very few.
I want you to be my friend again,
I always miss the laughter we gain.
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