"Praise me", her demand is;
"Criticise I accept",her view is
Still searching where her praise is;
Let me tell her a story
A lady student was there rocking
With an innocent was she quarreling;
They go for knowledge yield
Unknowingly enter a battle field !!
Sometimes both they get escaped
Ever also been they punished;
Reason of quarrel their may so small
But misunderstanding was a wall tall;
Those days quarrels were serious
But the memories are still precious !!
Quarrel their changed a day
found chatting on mobile a day;
"How the change ?" knows no body
But the change surprises everybody !!
When I think for her,I get amused
But nothing here to be confused;
Oh! yah!Nothing to get confused !!
Praise if she still try
"Donkey never praise",is my reply !!
Quarrel if ever i try
Never mind,don't cry;
Take it just as an identity
To my friendship adds it speciality;
Let me tell that friend
Thanks for being my friend !!
In memory,when I search for her
Just Iget loneliness near;
I find myself alone when I search
"Ican't quarrel"-The feeling only torch !!
Friendship was never my demand
Still I got a good friend to my garland
Let me request that dear
Not to go far year by year..........
my 1st ever poetry
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