Monday, 20 February 2012

Friends who leave


I have friends who leaves when the winter comes


And foes who stay and gives me a call


Although for ill and war enunciate


Yet better than swallow friends who did


In July plunder my gain - 


And when the bitter locust all had ate


None returned with a grain accrued


But one solemn knock did sound


From a brother born for such trials.

K.Oni

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