On the beach, On the sand
Near the river, I heard a sound.
It was not a bird, Not a child
A beautiful girl, Sitting amid.
She was singing a song, All alone
I was thinking why, Is she so forlorn?
I walked towards her, Step by step
To know what’s wrong, And why is she sad.
I sat next to her, And asked all the why’s
She said nothing, But gave me a smile.
I was bewildered, As to why is she so?
When I tried to get up, She caught my hand and said hello!
I sat back down, And asked what’s wrong?
In no time she asked, “Will you be a friend of mine?”
I said yes, Believing she didn’t have any
But it happened to be different, She actually had many.
Why alone? I asked her and pat came the answer!
“To be a friend to those, Who didn’t have any near and dear”.
Someone did, Need a friend
But it happened to be me, And not her.
I misconceived my need, For the need of someone alone
But I never realized, That actually I was forlorn!
∼ Khushbu Nanavati
I, Khushbu Nanavati, have submitted a lot of poems on this site and fortunately most of them have been published on this site. I have completed writing 100 poems by now and this is a very special occasion for me. I owe my success to 4to40.com because it was the first site that published my poems and gave me maximum exposure. I have received many appreciations and suggestions from the readers and I would like to thank them all today and I hope that this kind of response towards my talent continues and I am sure with the help of www.4to40.com I will go on. Not only me but this site has given exposure to many aspiring poets and writers.
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