The First Meeting

The First Meeting short poem

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Our first meeting was a coincidence,
I was attracted by her sweet innocence.
The great life awarded me a new company,
She is priceless, such people aren’t many.

Few days later, I got in contact with her,
There was something that bonded us together.
We never had a second meeting though,
We feel and miss each other, I very well know.

She had similar tastes as mine are,
In my mind, that first meeting wasn’t too far.
We exchanged hymns that gave me great pleasure,
I now realise that true friends are a treasure.

We met everyday in our dreams and hardly talked,
During difficult times, I had a support as she consoled.
She always mentioned about her one wish,
I remember because such memories never blemish.

Remember, though true friends are a few,
They are pure souls in darkness like dew.
Be appreciative for they are always by your side,
Because they have a fondness for you deep inside.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Friendship is a special relationship, it is the one relationship which has no compulsions, yet it has a completeness, transcending all boundaries of human interaction.


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