Friend

Sometimes it's hard to write the words
That you, my dear, should see.
Or say the things that you need to hear,
Or be as I should be.

You grow so fast and learn so much
It's hard for me each day.
To say or do just what is best,
To help along the way.

Should I be silent or give advice
Should I answer yes or no
Should I have control - set many rules,
Or simply let you go

One thing is certain...I'll make mistakes,
And some will seem hard to mend.
But if nothing else seems clear right now,
Know that you can always count on me as your friend.

Comments

wizard said…
cool one sis.... though i couldn't get a word of it.. poems are, will and always be greek & latin to me....
8:29 AM
Chakra said…
The above comment reminds me of the movie 'Aaydha Ezhuththu'. Michael (Surya) would be teaching some lesson to his peers in the jail, for which one of them would say, "வாவ்.. சான்சே இல்லடா ! செத்தாலும் புரியாது !"


:-))
9:46 AM
Unknown said…
hmm so wordsworth peekin outside from you...
11:20 AM
Seshadri said…
gud one...why are ppl finding it so difficult to understand..probably i am able to 'feel' it better bcoz of my experiences..:)..the true value of a friend is realised only when the whole world shuts its doors, but he/she is waiting with open arms to hug you.
12:10 PM
Manoj said…
ennamo solra... puriyura maadhiri iruku... but puriyala :P

so is this called "expert" writing??? I never understood the poems fully in our "Main course English text books"

oh my god.... u becoming an expert??? ;O
3:47 PM
radiantbear said…
Hey Janani,

Whats the stroy behind the poem? You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

Interesting lyrics. This poems stands out to differ from your usual style. Lovely.

Cheers,
NY?
2:29 AM
Phani said…
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2:31 AM
Phani said…
So what do we have here.. a poetess in the making or an established one .. nice one.
2:36 AM
Unknown said…
hey!!! i hope u remember i asked you one thing wen we left our coll...where is that??
7:37 AM
மு.கார்த்திகேயன் said…
//Know that you can always count on me as your friend.//

Good lines Janani!
10:49 AM
மு.கார்த்திகேயன் said…
//One thing is certain...I'll make mistakes,
And some will seem hard to mend.
//

Simply Superb Janani! You can write poems very frequently Janani
11:19 AM
Janani said…
@Wizard
Thanks bro :-)
For once you have added up the first comment

@Chakra
Aha.. Ithuku epd ellam smilies draw pananuma???

@Bricktop
Thanks anna :-) I am good enough to write posts about financial developments. Etho ennaku therinjathu

@Seshadri
Thanks da. Finally I find onw who speak about understanding. Sighhhhhhhh
12:10 PM
Janani said…
@Manoj
Nee kuda than comment podara nu nala kozhappi irukke.. Ithu elam arasiyal le sagacham appaa..
Btw thanks for the comments :-)

@Who!me?
Many of my friends support me when I am deep in troubles. It's not that every day you keep telling them how important they are. So just a tribute from my side.

@Phani
Just a amatuer person. Nothing more :-)

@Barath.m
Yaaru pa nee???He..he..just kidding da... Will write da. Unaku kandipa kidaikum.
Note:Timeline not been specified

@மு.கார்த்திகேயன
I am in cloud nine. Thanks for the amazing comments.
12:17 PM
Arunkumar said…
simple and neat janani.

i loved all lines in the last para.

well done. keep poeming :)
11:10 PM
golmaalgopal said…
wow...jans...getting better n better at this.. :)

nice one...keep goin...
1:18 AM
Amandeep Singh said…
Hey nice work!!!
lovely poem!
1:32 PM
Janani said…
@ArunKumar
Danke Arun.

@Golmaalgopal
Thanks.. Why no updates from ur side???

@Standbymind
Thanks for visiting :-)
And thanks again for the comments.
Do keep visiting
8:40 AM
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