Friendship...
Someone knocked the door when I was crying.
Pulled me up and taught me flying.
I asked, who are you?
He said…I am your friend and…
Your sorrows are mine.
Karuna Sharma is an Assistant professor at G.G.N. Khalsa
College in Ludhiana, Punjab India.
Dear Karuna,
ReplyDeleteYour poem speaks of true friendship, one that stays when that tough times come. Your last line is the Hallmark of True Friends.
Thank you for sharing your gift of words for Whispers. I hope to read more of your poetry at our journal.
Blessings,
Karen
Thank you so much for your appreciation. :)
ReplyDeleteVery touching poem, this speaks well to that pearl of friendship, the rare ones I treasure.
ReplyDeleteThanks alot mary ricketson and Peggy French. 😊
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karuna, for your contribution, friendship is not only having fun but also sharing tears together. A lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Inge
Thank you ma'am..for making my writing so valueable with your words.
DeleteThank you, Karuna, you artfully span the highs and lows of all that friends can share, and you teach us what friendship can do
ReplyDeleteThankyou for sharing your kind views.
DeleteThankyou for sharing your kind views.
DeleteWhat an exquisite take on the joys of friendship where everything is shared, every emotion, every pain, every triumph. It's wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteKaruna,
ReplyDeleteAn excellent job on this. I liked this!
Sincerely,
David Fox
Thank you so much.
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