Walk The Talk

Walk The Talk short poem

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You walk with some people
And you talk with some
But with how many do you walk the talk…?

You chat with some people
And have Chaat with some
But with how many do chat and have chaat…?

True friends are the ones
With whom you walk the talk
And Chat and have Chaat..

They’re there to walk along and listen
They’re there to talk and advice
A listening ear, a consoling tongue

Like it’s said Friends are like pebbles
Found everywhere
True friends are like precious gems
Few and rare!

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Preeti
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True friends are indeed those with whom we can enjoy our walks, and share our life’s happenings to our heart’s content..Nicely penned:)

Kalai
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It is true we can walk the talk only with people whom we love unconditionally.

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