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TO A SPECIAL FRIEND WITH A DEEP FEELING

The path of life has so many turns.
In any of the turns success allures u.
some other way failure frightens.
You get provoked by desires.
love nurtures our emotions.
feelings creep up with all its curiosity
maturity broadenes the point of view.
At the end of it when all expressions go fake
friendship awaits my life at the ultimate corner.
defining a friend seems like the toughest job
still words pile up wid restless intimacy.
mind listens to it with an eagerness of its own
as expressions dominate sentiments and rationality.
A friend with so innocent heart yet so matured thinking
A girl with such a precious smile and amateurish thoughts
I never ever had expected life to find thou heart
Never knew dat friendship will unfold such a lane
where wid all her maturity yet childishness
with emotions cared and feelings shared
this gal would b waiting like a true friend.

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Anonymous said…
thanks re sou tui janis na ami kotota appreciate korechhi ei poemta.....i dunt have wrds 4 u


tania
October 07, 2006 3:38 AM
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