The feeling you have when you receive a beautiful poem from your close friend on yourself… and that too on New Year’s Eve… I know it is very late since new year but it is a beautiful one.. it goes like this…
My honey cake with extra sugar,
Noticing this and that,
Up for any crazy chat,
Very caring,
Loves all friends with all her heart.
A painter’s hand,
And beautiful eyes,
And a big toothy smile,
The usual pakora’s stop.
My dear friend
Can talk non-stop…
I made poems for three people …. wait 5 i guess..So dont fly…..
why don’t you just go die with all those three people…. wait 5 I guess… 😛