Friendship

Oh! This joy settled in me,
Due to ye! Friend
(Bliss in my hand)
Sweet, Ye! My friend
Thou hath shown me a way,
to dwell myself in thy gratitude.
Yes! Yes! My friend
We shath eat from the same bread
For we shath differ in taste
Cause we differ in our bliss and pain

Don't take to heart,
If we may apart
For we will much have
to sing in our solitude!
- Courtesy Sachin Kale