This is about my cousin sister whom i adored. Now, the flower of our friendship has wilted and dried and crumbled into pieces which I feel is irretrievable.
She walked towards the house,
Where we kids were playing.
With a beautiful smile, she stepped inside,
Making an irresistible smile on my lips.
“Who is that?” I asked,
To the one near me,
Even she didn’t know her much.
I asked her name and something else,
She answered with a smile.
I couldn’t help but look at her,
With a tiny childish smile.
And there… our friendship blossomed.
The bud slowly bloomed into a flower,
A fresh, beautiful flower.
And so high, it towered.
We had lots of time together,
As years rolled by.
With silly fights and friendly love,
The time flew away.
I used to see her off,
Then wait whole morning.
Ran to see her when she came,
Hugged her tight and smiled.
Like a sister, like a friend,
She did all what I need.
A distance crept as we parted.
But the friendship still remained.
Still advised me, my sister and a friend.
Now we… in different parts of the world,
Still remember those days,
Those beautiful and peaceful time we shared.
And still the flower stays fresh,
That bloomed long ago.