Every time you feel alone,
The world feels like hell
There are a few good friends
Who listen to all you tell
It all looks far too serious,
Eveready to pour the cribs
There are a few funny moments
That constantly tickles our ribs
Whenever life seems unfair
Respite wanted is what you feel
There are those few good hearts
Selflessness is all it takes to heel
The cities look too cluttered
Moving at an incredible pace
There are a few good places
Where you can live your space
When all seems lost,
There are still ways
To enjoy what’s given
With those few good……
4 comments:
dei.. enna da aachu?.. nalla thaane irunthae?...:-P
tch tch.. senti senti.. nenja thirupi pothu nakkings.. good one..
Should I assume this is the result having been on the receiving end of my cribs for half an hr ;)
Neat job though. :D
Hey nice poem da!!!! Striaght from teh heart eh!!!:p:P
U talking abt cribs, ange enna na polambal apathi blog, enna da idhu!!!!
U allrite mate???
And eth prev post was ROFLMAO!!!!
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