RAKESH

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Rakesh is my best friend
I know I can trust him.
And I don't need to do things
Just to impress him
nor to compete him,
And prove that I'm strong.
That I am right, and he was wrong.

Rakesh is my best friend
Who check me from time to time,
Even if in his busy hour.
When I'm in trouble
And nobody likes me
I just call my best friend
And he comes right away.

Rakesh is my best friend
Who I can share all my secrets
My happiness, my blue
My complaint in life, my woe
He just only listens,
and did not say No!

Rakesh is my best friend
My partner for chatting.
He makes me smile If I'm sad
He calms me if I'm mad.
Scold me if I do wrong.
But he cares for me,
Yes, I know, He did.

Rakesh is my best friend
He is suplado and unpredictable
Sometimes annoying, sometimes importunate.
Sometimes he's sweet,
Sometimes it nice to give a punch.
But I care for him more than anything else
And I love him more than lovers can do.

© Mari Felices

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