Lessons learnt

NafisaSB

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

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2023 01:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Doggerel Dave

    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.

  • NafisaSB

    absolutely - a few good friends will make up for all the fake ones, and sycophants
    thanks for your views - have a great weekend

  • L. B. Mek

    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...)

    • NafisaSB

      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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