Dad left my hand at that stange place to be self dependent and acheive success grand In the beginning i faultered new faces held my hand but those were rough n strange to bring a change Gradually.... A new home, a new life my friends my teachers made my life sweet ah...a new cause to strive I walked all along a long time passed many dear ones came and gone But my heart still plays their song Today on the edge i wonder, where r those hands and the thing called friend? .............................. i wrote this poem after my boards...........believe it or not...........it took only 10 min to complete............
Here by edge i mean that i wont get those priceless moments again so thats too one of them but the last when i m bidding gud bye to those pals, foes, teachers... Looking behind is really painful at that very moment.......
oh pfft. Sure it hurts but I never do believe that we ever say goodbye. I mean...what we are is usually shaped by the people we've met and what they've left inside of us so a bit of every relationship lives on. Sorry if that sounds corny.
Ahh well,as a write,my unbiased opinion would be that it's good.Err,I'm assuming you're female.. As for the theme,don't really like it.I mean,yeah we're social creatures but [cheesy]you live alone and die alone [/cheesy],or at least that's my philosophy and hence the conflict with the theme. And being an avid reader of the oh-so-cynical-Murphy's laws,one of them said 'Even the best of friends can't attend each other's funeral.' That apart,please do keep writing.
Sweet lines (too good): Dad left my hand at that stange place (**u meant strange, right?**) to be self dependent and acheive success grand + Gradually.... A new home, a new life my friends my teachers made my life sweet ah...a new cause to strive which school (a boarding i assume)....
