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Who am I?
Many a times,
I think, who am I?
Am I your friend?
Or may be to you
I am more than that?
When you smile…
My lips also bloom
Unconsciously for a while…
When you are hurt….
I can’t keep myself
From you apart…
When you cry…
Naively tears come
From my eye…
When you are at annoy…
I also become irritated
Which I can’t deny…
At end, I think…
Who are you? Are you my friend?
Or More than that?
Sumita Datta
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008 |
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Thursday, December 18, 2008 |
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Comments about this poem (Am I your frined?
by
Sumita Datta
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palas kumar ray (12/20/2008 11:03:00 AM)
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A relation is very slowly understood.Often they taste bitter at last.But untill the end all ifs and buts moves alike clouds in broad sky of your mind.
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Anjali Sinha (12/18/2008 8:38:00 PM)
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Ofcourse Im your friend
without any doubt
nicely penned Sumita
-10 anjali
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