Friend 3 Poem by Neela Nath Das

Friend 3

Rating: 5.0


Still I bear the fragrance
Of our first friendship.
The laughter and the love.
Piper I hear your music
Which puts me in trance.

It's not pain, it's not tear.
Irresistible is the pulling,
And inevitable is the call.
But, keeping up the mystery,
I may not meet you dear.

Friday, August 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 07 August 2014

Wow yes love pulls like the pied piper. An attractive poem. Long may u write. Nice to read u again.

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Sekharan Pookkat 04 August 2014

how nice you are even not met any where feels and heals ever than before

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Geetha Jayakumar 02 August 2014

Your poem is playing Irresistible music... for I couldn't stop telling Your poem is Quite Interesting Neela.....

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Chuy Amante 01 August 2014

Hmmmm? Stop being so mysterious! 10/10

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