She is sweet. She is quiet.
Not a word. Yet she is wise.
I oft think why she is my friend,
Though I realised she is so only when we were to part.
When we met we seemed to have come from different planets.
Days, weeks, months, years. She still seemed a stranger.
Then came a day when we found both suffering and in pain
This is where we found in each other a friend.
Yet we stayed apart. Solitude in both our lives.
Till destiny bought us together again,
When I was in deep pain,
The world seemed a stranger and all against me,
She stood quitely by me like a rock.
I have known her for six years now.
She still is sweet and quiet as ever.
We are far away...and yet so close.
She is my true friend and ever will be so.
2 comments:
when i was reading it...i thought the friend u r talking abt is actually u only... its my interpretation..i could b wrong..its a very nice poem..that much i can tell u for sure..
nice poem...
You were always a good friend to me. I hope I can do something to recreate that feeling within you without hurting your feeling.
Anurag
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