They Are My Friends Poem by Bhat Aijaz

They're my friends

I do not hate them I can't,
These lines are not for their taunt,
They are my friends very close to my heart,
In fact they are my life is important part,
I am angry with them doesn't means friendship ended,
But the friendship does not remain the same, once bended,
I do not want to leave, they may,
I can't stand alone at the Shore of bay,
I just need a distance,
everything can be endured,
but never their provoke'nce,
How many times they have slashed my soul by their ego,
they have enjoyed it, hit me by twig, O.
How many times they have killed me internally,
They have crushed me, people pity Over Me unconditionally,
How many night ghastly I slept without gear company,
How many time I was offered sour in place of honey,
How many times my Heart bleed,
How many times i cried,
My heart completely dried,
I need to lement over my heart,
Because of the sorrow I bought,
Do you know?
How they left me in the dark when I needed the light,
this darkness is now turned into a onerous storm,
and i am living with this storm,
that glows so puerilely,
the rabble of my thoughts is wandering with wind dear,
they should not have plucked the flower before blooming,
they should have...... trust me,
they were my friends,
do you here me folks,
they are my friends......


composed by,
Bhat Aijaz©
bhataijaz14@gmail.com
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