My Best Friend

A Akhtar Jawad
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A crazy foolish poet, who wanted to write a poem on his best friend, was going to ask Kelly Kurt, are you my best friend? But then he thought, how he can be his best friend, He is a believer, and Kelly an atheist. Then he decided to ask Mahakul, whether he is his best friend. But then he thought, how he can be his best friend, their religions are different. One by one he rejected all probable faces, Marie Shine is from west and the poet from east, Hazel Durham for her white skin, Loke Koke Yee's mother tongue different, Asim Nehal is from enemy country. Bri Edwards is a truthful critic. One by one discarded his entire friends, And then he talked to his wife. "No", she said, "I am not your best friend, But I know your best friend." She rushed to the room of my grandchild and brought for me a repeater parrot! Do you know who that foolish poet is? Yes, you are right, He is Akhtar Jawad! (In this poem I have mentioned the friends from poemhunter.com)

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