Now you have
Lots of money, wealth
There are happiness around
With happy mind.
How many friends are there?
How many there are flattering people?
The time passes very well
It can not be understood morning and afternoon.
When will the wealth of you are gone
Only then can everyone be known to be friends
No one else will be there again
Do not see anyone getting in with.
They become friends at good time
There are many
All become strangers in times of trouble
No one is there for you.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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Comments2
sad but very true those aren't friends they are opportunist
Indeed. thanks for the compliment. Best wishes.
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