I stand, surrounded by a myriad of faces
Some familiar, mostly strange
Amongst them are those few…
Whom I proudly call my friends
All alone I might appear to be,
Yet their presence is constant.
For their thoughts brighten me up
Bringing on a smile every other instant
Certain circumstances do arise when,
Friends seem too difficult to please.
But then I believe if relationships are true,
They wont simply cease.
At times they leave me baffled
When they manage to read my mind
And then I keep wondering
Are my friends one of a kind???
I seriously try to search for answers
Alas! My questions lose relevance
As I think about the moments I shared
With those few…my dearest of friends!!!
3 comments:
This poem is just....so simple, so innocent and so cute.
Hey Radhika, I know that you write with such innocence, feeling each and every word as u write.
I have always been, am, and will be a big A.C. of urs...
Keep it going.
Poems make u feel better and get out of all ur stress...Always keep yourself involved in it.
hey grt poem,sach mai showing the worth of a frnd.yaro dosti badi hi hasen hia ye na ho toh kya fir bolo ye zindagi hai.i guess this was the moral of the story(poem).haina.keep it up
main hoon na! :D
Post a Comment