YOU

                 YOU


The brightness of the morning east,
The glory of the moonlit feast,
The comfort of soothing breeze,
Dear friend, are present in you.

The wisdom that the book holds,
The vastness that sea unfolds,
The patience that the seers have told,
Dear friend, are present in you.

The warmth that defeats the cold,
The strength that makes one bold,
The worth that lies in gold,
Dear friend, are present in you.
Years may be few,
The relation is not new,
Painted with love's hue
Will hold us as glue,
Dear friend, Me and You.
Composed by
Dr. Mili Tandon



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