Surfer's poem: Friends

Once I was sitting alone, listing to a beautiful tone, suddenly I felt, that I began to melt, over a topic which was... writes Kirtika Jha.

Once I was sitting alone
Listing to a beautiful tone
Suddenly I felt
That I began to melt
Over a topic which was anaerobic
Whom I love the most
For whom I care the most
They are part of my pains
My joys
They are none other than my friends
One day they have to go away
They have to choose their own way
And I have to choose my own way
What will happen to our friendship?
Will it keep on sailing
Or sink like a titanic ship
Lets hope for the best
And leave over god the rest

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Kirtika Jha
Gargi College, New Delhi
kirtika.jha@gmail.com