Not for gold or for any other treasures, 
I can’t exchange the friendship of yours.
In all those fine weathers of learning days,
I found the finest feel with you always.
O friend, the gate that never closes there,
Had closed for sorrows outside of the door.
Gateless is the college and the minds there,
Where all sung songs of friendship’s metaphor!
May, this season trespass the age and time!
And hold the feeble days of stooping spine.
As you have spent your time for this verse mine,
I dedicate my life, for friendship thine…
This is The Indian Commentator’s dedication for all those wonderful people who believe in the power of love and friendship.
I can’t exchange the friendship of yours.
In all those fine weathers of learning days,
I found the finest feel with you always.
O friend, the gate that never closes there,
Had closed for sorrows outside of the door.
Gateless is the college and the minds there,
Where all sung songs of friendship’s metaphor!
May, this season trespass the age and time!
And hold the feeble days of stooping spine.
As you have spent your time for this verse mine,
I dedicate my life, for friendship thine…
This is The Indian Commentator’s dedication for all those wonderful people who believe in the power of love and friendship.
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