*the Lost Friend* Poem by Queeny Gona

*the Lost Friend*

Rating: 3.6


The friend I thought, most close to my heart
To my surprise she is far apart;
I am always in her heart,
Still she never knocked my door.
I meant for the good of us but:
She took it for granted as a prestige issue.
I would be happy
If atleast now she probes into my heart!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sathyanarayana M V S 05 June 2009

'she probes into my heart' Beautiful language Queeny dear. Very well written.10++++++

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Aldo Kraas 06 June 2009

Well done Your poem is a master piece

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Chitra - 11 June 2009

the value of friendship...wonderful

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Rajaram Ramachandran 02 September 2009

There is a difference between a companion and a friend. If she is a friend, she will knock at the door surely one day.

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Olorundare Tiwatope 01 May 2016

A kind of hearbreaking...you write so well...check out my poems

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Dev Anand 09 April 2016

She took it for granted as a prestige issue. I would be happy If atleast now she probes into my heart! - - love poem. love as a mystery.. i see it like that always. very nice. thank you dev

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Lovely lines that are loaded with the loss of a friend!

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Kelly Kurt 14 April 2015

You write well of things of the heart, Queeny.

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Roseann Shawiak 30 October 2013

I had a friend like that also. They are hard to understand. Your poem says it all well. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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