the poem i liked the most

this is written by one of my friends "SUNNY GOKHALANI"

People will come | People will leave

It was never like newbies dint pitch in

It was never like oldies always did retrieve.

You’ll never be swooped to death by the crowd

Neither will you be lone enough to be unheard on screaming aloud.

Voluntarily on & forcefully off,

Both will go on hand-in-hand;

Memories will tardily slip off,

From the fist of time, like  a sample of fine sand.

Faces will differ,

and vary will the aura;

Some will make you tougher,

some will tell you how fragile you are.

You’ll feel excited, and then dull

There will be feats and in-between a lull.

What remains incessant is a kvetching you

And to which, listeners will be few.

Don’t say it | Don’t admit it

Don’t suspect | Don’t regret.

Don’t chew, yet bite the bullets,

because that’s how people move;

Keep It to yourself,

Because that’s how you’ll improve.

- Come the switch:-

The comer will be fed to nurture,

on how the goer treated you farewell;

You are mum to the future,

and to past, you had much to tell.

You cant walk up to tomorrow

Because to yesterday, you fell.

Yesterday did fade

with a lot unsaid ;

And being unjust to today, still with wounds of yesteryears

You are clad.

Part away with who have left,

And cling on to who have come;

Coz you too

are new to someone!

They too had a past

that they want to shun ;

The longer does your simper last

so exciting will their life become.

- Afterall,

You’re not alone smitten to betray,

every one of whom carries a reason

Just that the receiver is now you  

And nobody wants to listen.

Don’t analyze the matrix of people

Don’t audit an account of them

Just update the log register

And give your best to each of them.

May be those who left were wrong to lug the rolling ball

But why do we judge?

& thereby who are waiting for us to take a call,

Dreams of those, we smudge.

Don’t blame the hot sun and the blue sky

There were rains yesterday..There will be rains tomorrow

While essaying the drops of last shower

You may forget the seeds to borrow!