For my special limited edition friend.!!!!

May be I’m cheesy,

Maybe I’m cheap,

But I believe you liked me for my replies, and that was not easy!!

Maybe you hate me,

Maybe you think let it be,

But I believe we can work it out, and we can be together if want to be!!!

Maybe I’m "who r u??" for you,

Maybe you never wanted this,

May be for you it never started,

But I believe we share something, we just haven’t yet sorted!!!

Maybe you think there's nothing to end,

Maybe you don't want to be my friend,

But I believe it’s our destiny, which made us know each other to make a perfect blend!!!

Maybe I hurt you sometimes,

May be u hurt me sometimes,

But I believe we laughed together at times, that’s why our friendship perfectly rhymes!!!

May be my sound's not lovely for your ears,

Maybe you won't even remember me after some years,

Maybe we'll be strangers as nature changes its seasons,

But I surely believe everything that happens, has got some reasons!!

Maybe you'll abhor it and wonder why I’m sending this to you on such a beautiful day,

But I believe you'll understand what for the last 2 minutes I wanted to SAY,

I'll remember you as my friend till my hair turns gray, HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY! HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!!!!

A VERY HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY from this childish boy to MY SWEET FRIEND...!!!!!

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