I was bullied,
I was hurt
But I made mistakes too
I also did things
Which now, I truly, rue
I put my faith in friends
And loved them with my heart-
Some of whom proved true
But some showed their true colours
Though thankfully, these were few
I am more relaxed now
And learnt what truly matters
My temper rarely flares -
I also avoid doing such things
That would earn me angry glares.
So now I have learnt
How to live my life
And avoid the frivolous chatter -
To have just few good friends
For numbers do not matter
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And learnt well by the feel of it.
The term 'Friends' is used far too loosely. 'few good friends' with the emphasis on 'good' just about covers it.
absolutely - a few good friends will make up for all the fake ones, and sycophants
thanks for your views - have a great weekend
Brilliant!
and so true
'quality over quantity
and
sincerity over simplicity'
to follow, as other's do
to belong to majority's, rule
is that safe passage
and choice, in any life
(a short allegory, if you permit me:
used to be, scientist's assumed
zebra's evolved their black n white stripes
to blend-in with their surroundings
and yet, eventually
logic prevailed and people realised
blank n white, could never blend-in
amongst nature's barren desserts and forest green
aesthetics
so then, it became clear
zebra's, camouflage themselves
so they blend-in
with each other
as a defence mechanism, see
the odd one out from the herd
is first to be targeted
by nature's hunter's and bullies...
and in Japan, there is a saying
to avoid, needless allegorical story telling
'“The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, first”)
and yet this inherited, zeal
for conformity and self-subjugated states
of existence
do not seat easily, with some of us
and it shows
in the choices we make, from the miniscule
to those we let, stand by our sides
as we traverse, this accursed
life of endlessly chaotic, strife
and how do you recognise
these few, who choose
to be true to themselves:
by the glint in their weary eyes
and those smile lines
not too evident, when not in use
but deep as dimpled craters
when they share a laugh, with those
they care about...)
wonderful, your ability to grasp the essence of the matter, and respond beautifully in verse, is truly amazing. more power to your pen, dear poet. God bless you..
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