A new beginning and and an end...
The following verses have been written by a very good friend of mine... a very very good friend of mine....
That friend is trying to make a new beginning in life... though ironically when our friendship ends... life is strange and it will remain so... I think!!!!
You are a rose, a beautiful rose!
Gifted to me by someone loved.
I press you hard in the pages of this book.
A book which stands on a rickety bookshelf.
Amongst many others-
I read them all!
Inspiring Wisdom and Knowledge;
Reflections of Truth and Courage,
Preaching happiness and success,
Guiding through wit and calculation.
Oh! The rankness of a scholar -
Sought by one and all!
I lost you somewhere in the clutter,
Until today, when I discovered you yet again.
You were the rose, the same beautiful rose!
Gifted to me once, by someone loved.
Pressed hard in the pages of this book.
A book which stood on a rickety bookshelf.
For long, long enough to lose your color and shine.
But, you still smell the same -
Your redolence reminds me again,
Of my true identity and existence.
What wasted years,
Ah! the brevity of life.
I hold on to you tight this time,
Never ever to let you go again!
That friend is trying to make a new beginning in life... though ironically when our friendship ends... life is strange and it will remain so... I think!!!!
You are a rose, a beautiful rose!
Gifted to me by someone loved.
I press you hard in the pages of this book.
A book which stands on a rickety bookshelf.
Amongst many others-
I read them all!
Inspiring Wisdom and Knowledge;
Reflections of Truth and Courage,
Preaching happiness and success,
Guiding through wit and calculation.
Oh! The rankness of a scholar -
Sought by one and all!
I lost you somewhere in the clutter,
Until today, when I discovered you yet again.
You were the rose, the same beautiful rose!
Gifted to me once, by someone loved.
Pressed hard in the pages of this book.
A book which stood on a rickety bookshelf.
For long, long enough to lose your color and shine.
But, you still smell the same -
Your redolence reminds me again,
Of my true identity and existence.
What wasted years,
Ah! the brevity of life.
I hold on to you tight this time,
Never ever to let you go again!
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