A Note to My Friend

A Note to My Friend

I hoisted my sail to accompany You,

But the winds made me do it in Few.

Sorry If I ever wounded You, for

Your heart is like a rainy Dew.

Accept my sorry with your graceful Hands,

That’ll fills my heart like sea shore Sands.

We apart for our destined End,

But sure will meet in the Master’s  Mend.

Let grace & goodness leads you Up, that

You shall live like the Lion’s CUB!

I raise my hand with my Mind,

And ask you always be my Friend

With a giggle,

Your Friend

Shiyam. George

 Master’s  Mend = God’s House




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