These problem... complexes are not just yours
We all have witnessed and sailed through those mess
Now we sit and laugh... 'hey... why was that low? '
May be blind with too much of desires and moved slow.
We do perfectly understand your plight
Can't advice you or tell the truth in a slate
Its you to handle and fiddle those problems
Tricks and wits of life can save us a lot, plums.
Varieties and verity helps... a great to be alive
There are so many too much vulnerable... live
Just breathing the polluted air...and grieve
Why don't u see them… you are better, believe.
Life, takes its call on you as long as you run
Stand and face it and shake a bit of your read in turn
In question.. whattt? ? 'Han... I know to manage my burn'
Let thousand problems fall, I am stubborn.
Attitude... dear boy...
That gives us self confidence, a ploy
But of course... to have it you have to walk and play
Take a look, stand and watch on a clay
Try to get into that silent moment
Where you don't make noise but observe other's lament
You will see all those around you have same comment
Are sailing in somewhat same boat, with fashion art.
So little buddy... nothing is wrong
You feel odd and low is a song
But never think its only odd gang
Try... up... up... and... there you belong
Ladder surely there...
Its time you reach upto there.
All well wishes with you, beware
Waiting to read your sweet song, I swear.
(This poem written to my dear buddy in mail
Later thought, its wise to post, so all to sail)
Vidi
18/10/2009
Vidi Writes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dear-buddy/
