बस यूँही……

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The first Sunday of August is celebrated as the notional day to remind us of the value of friends and friendship, valuable assets to be nurtured and cherished.
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I am reminded of William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 104
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Sonnet 104, William Shakespeare

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old (Sonnet 104)
William Shakespeare – 1564-1616

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d:
    For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
    Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
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