Alright.
I have put together few words that came to my mind. I won’t call this a poem, but a distant kin of it probably.
Friends and friendship
– My soul keepers..
That day still remains fresh
As engraved on hard rock.
My first day there.
A stranger among million strangers.
Time passed, seasons changed,
Somewhere along the way
Some became the lamps of my life.
Like a street lamp
Guiding a lost traveler,
They held my hand and led me.
The moments with them ,
The greenest patches of my life.
All those fun, the teasing, the fights.
All bring a bittersweet smile to my lips
And a tear to my eyes.
The thought of parting
Is weighing down heavily in my heart.
Keeping the memories alive,
I live on…
Muddled Portraits 
Well, it’s more than a distant kin. A sibling would be somewhat apt. Glad that you’ve started stimulating your poetic cells 🙂 Hold the pen stronger to write better. Good luck.
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thank you 🙂 I think it was a one time thing, i am not much of a poet.
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hey yr poem is really gud… but you’re much of a writer than a poet…:) cuz yr writings impressed me a lot n u kno wat i’m insisting on u… 🙂 i want u 2 start writin a book soon…
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-‘….charming…this blog has stuck a chord…’
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superb dear!!!!!became the fan of both a writer and a poet now!!!;-)i reli got stuck out of emotions reading tis poem….
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