Death Of Friendship

Death Of Friendship long poem

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Friends are like the shadow of the tree,
Always there to save you from the harsh rising tide of sea.
You dry the tears that fall from my eyes
You bring me sunshine to brighten my sky.
So called the pain healers,
but not all the time.
A small girl with a cute look,
always hurt by a hook.
So curled up and trembled
the girl always smiles to fake her happiness
to show nothing’s wrong.
This is the part of her life
which is severe…………to her destiny.
No one to come out from their
confined prospect to help her.
Is there anyone whom she will admire
and look up to her in every way.
Every time she tries to conciliate the conflicting theories
but it never helps.
After all this ,she always says-
Friends, thanks for being there for me
You have shown me just how best friends should be!
No matter the miles that keep friends apart,
they are always together in each other’s hearts.
Sometimes they take for granted,
they fear,
the ones who are so close and dear………..never die.
A friend, is someone sent by god to do great things,
one of heaven’s angels with no visible wings.
The promise between us was a delicate flower,
I don’t even know when was this flower plucked.
My heart is swelled with a sea of tears.
The pain of losing them will never go away.
I’m tired of feeling like this everyday.
My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee.
I was lost in a sea of nameless faces
but you were not there to help me.

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