Friday, 1 July 2011

Death of a Friend

Bury the friends of yesteryear,
The friends of daylight, 
For the friends of yesterday 
Cannot be the friends of 
Today and tomorrow. 

Friends come and go.
All the time.

Like the tide. Like the wind.

Like the merry go round.

And still, everything remains the same.

3 What you think!:

Jun said...

nice short one...guess u can elaborate on the coming and going of friends by sighting some instances...obviously in the poetic manner...

Aishwarya said...

Nice one. But thankfully I don't relate to it or agree.
Friendship is forever:)
I guess even when the other person decides to end it, one can see that it lives on in ones heart.

Kanasu said...

examples... they become too real for me... This kind of writing works only in the abstract...


I don't know if I completely either agree with it or not. But I was angry. And its a nice poem...