On a sudden sweet morning
I got hit sans any warning
It was the most gentle jolt
That left me in much revolt
Friendship comes to us like that
You can’t even hear the splat
It is like falling in love
First love, next love, last love
To laugh and lope and cry
Always the shoulder to try
Like we learn tact with gals
We often fathom honor from pals
It is tough to let them go
You bond to them like morning snow
As birds soul-kiss upon the bough
A buddy snugs your senses and how
We may grow in time and order
The heart knows no such border
To evolve in such a beautiful blend
Is what they call being a friend!
Sameer
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5 comments:
Thats beautiful to say the least.
Mari. 28
Ah..the poet is back.
Cooooooooool
Kunal, Mumbai
Whe you write with such sensitivity, I wish ur tribe grows.
They don't make such beautiful souls with love, heart, anymore.
Priyanka J, 21
Lady Shree Ram
Nw delhi
kirti_flowy@gmail.com
May 19, 2007
friends are a treasure.
good poem
manish
hey sammmmmm
rem we met at Ind-Int conclave.
You too good yar
I mean, I am overwhelmed, u write exceedingly well.
I'll read u more often here.
Sarika G
CNBC
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