Who Are They

In the silence of night
In the brightness of day
I often wonder who are they
Who being miles away
Touch my heart touch my soul
Touch my life
Touch my very existence
From that long distance

Each morning, each night
Communication from those distance, friends
Brighten up my day, Lighten up my mood

Some share the same time zone
Some have great time difference
Its so lovely, so heartwarming
To receive lovely messages from them
Without any hindrance

The distance doesn’t matter
Friendship is a matter of heart
No distance can keep
My distant friends apart

I don’t know if I ever meet them
But when I see the moon
The dark clouds in the sky
The glittering stars in the night
Somewhere I feel my distant friends
Are also looking at those natures beautiful sight

Oh my distant friends
Thank you all for being in my life
No matter if we ever see each other
I am happy I feel blessed
in the virtual world we all share

In life when the real people are fast becoming  virtual
I am happy with you all
Coz for me you all are more real than those real reals.

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Viswas Menon
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Impressive thoughts …put together so nicely…well done ..Keep it up….Savi Mani

Ramapriya Nr
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fine compliments to those who have loved and cared for you through your poems. Thoughts beautifully expressed

Swathi Rao
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Good poem.. and true, real people around us may not be real! But, Virtual friends one may find, may be not only unreal, but cruel.. It’s a risk, better avoided 🙂 Keep real friends even on virtual lands.

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