I must speak my mind
Why I go after search and try to find?
Kind souls that are plenty around
But needs approach to be easily found
I request them to be friends
Then they remain till dead end
As I go on putting my poems
With concern of various problems
Mostly female friends are more encouraging
They stick on with the process of managing
I love their balanced views
For which I have regards with not more but with few
Now the things have settled once for all
I go on adding readers with lovely call
Many respond and in turn I get blocked too
Face book is famous for delivering death stroke
Yes, I get enormous joy
Their views are funny and live
I sink with their plight sorrow
That gives me another tomorrow
It brings tears sometimes
As I flow with their sentiments
They may not be directly related
But I feel so near to them and get relaxed
My world is this idiot box
I have lions, jackals and foxes
Many present, and I feel too, real affection
I feel magic spell when they compel me to make correction
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