All season friendA Poem by Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"This poem is written by me for a friend who supports during all seasonOne day I was sitting on a bench at its hot, I was actually searching for a knot, It might leads to a beautiful plot, But I was trying to fill an empty slot.
I stood up an suddenly wind started flowing, It felt as if inside a deep ocean I was rowing, And some good luck that was showing.
I was alone and feeling out, And a tear was about to sprout, I was not sure and I had a doubt, I was standing alone but wanted to shout.
I walked ahead with tears in my eye, Suddenly rain started to fall from the sky It felt like a sweet love tie.
I walked ahead in that touchy rain, I was feeling alone but trying to hide my pain Drops were touching me to love but all was in vain.
I was scared of being alone at that time, Even the sweetest ice cream was tasting like lime My heart wasn’t able to distinguish what is prime, But someone wants to change this sad rhyme.
The rain stopped and the leaves started to fall down with a grace, They fall over me and a smile entered into my face, My sadness was disappearing and the tear weren’t there to trace.
And suddenly the temperature started falling, My happiness comes to me calling, Its new and positive thoughts in me this weather is installing.
I went ahead and started thinking about this change in me, I had actually not much to see, Cause u were with me always and trying to make me feel free.
U were actually different seasons who was inspiring, Sometimes…. love….hate…..energetic…and tiring, Each and every emotion of mine u were hiring.
Thanx for supporting me and for every flower you put over my way, Your wish is taking me higher…..this is what I wanted to say, A simple good morning smile of yours …is my luckiest charm of the day © 2012 Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"Author's Note
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StatsAuthorDiwakar - "The Warrior of Will"Delhi, Delhi, IndiaAboutI am a dim ray in the world of enthralling darkness of misjudgment and iterations. I am a note of melodious tune of peace in the world of cruelty; I am a mischievous thought of freedom in a cage of fe.. more..Writing
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