Words To a Friend, I Lend
O- My friend- To you my heart begs
To rectify all your wrong steps
Let choose the right way your legs
For which, let me give valuable tips
A sure grave for all, time digs
into which, every soul trips
Know to love which helps
Slow and steady develops
Blow heart gets, if tongue slips
Aim for gold, insult not silver
Criticize never as it ever hurts
To all kindness, if you deliver
You can set right even perverts
Assure love to those who shiver
Love and calm are tools of experts.
mvvenkataraman
Copyright © Mv Venkataraman | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment