aashka thakkar

Rookie (23 sepetember 1995 / patan)

How Little In Me Is Not Touched By You - Poem by aashka thakkar

How little in me is not touched by you!
A friendship is a light that fills the heart,
Painting with its gold each darkened hue,
Providing warmth to each sequestered part.

You are the mirror of my better self,
Verifier of the best in me,
A bridge across the unsuspected gulf
Lodged between what can and ought to be.

Expectations can be wings, not bars,
Necessary to sustain our flight.
The faith of friends in us is wholly ours,
Incoming to uplift us to its height.

No soul can see itself, but must depend,
Each on each, upon a trusted friend.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009



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