Coming back from day of exhaust
thinks to sit with a group of friends to chat
But does not find any
cause she does not have one.
Thinks for a while
a big questions comes to her mind
"Why don't I have friends?"
and loses her concentration in everything.
To get back her concentration
she needs a friend
Who will be her friend?
let's wait and watch
Suddenly on day,
the postman waves a letter
it wasn't for her parents
wasn't for her brother or sister
It was for her
she was amazed and took it and read it out
It was a gal in Bombay
asking her to write back
Atlast she found a friend
but when she came to meet her
from Bombay, she dies in an accident
leaving her all alone with the
" SORROWFUL MIND"
P.S: This is the first poem i wrote when i was in my 9th standard. its about my best friend who passed away. the poem may sound stupid, but its my feelings.
4 comments:
idi poetry la anipinchakapoina nijanga heart-touching!!
Tht was a sad poem, but poured ur heart into it... Good ppl get good frnz Magz dnt u worry.
@bhargav: thank u
@avin : so sweet anna thanx a lot
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