GITANJALI

A POEM WRITTEN BY CLUELESSNAN
ON GITANJALI'S BIRTHDAY
To day you are 18 years old,
You reached a milestone in your life,
Where now begins the cares and strife,
I held your hand through childhood,
And taught you what was right and good,
But now the time has come so fast,
On you feet alone at last,
The choices have to be made by you,
and recognise all the wrong ones to.
Mistakes I did make were plenty,
The road I chose was long andlengthy
Mariage,is not a game, neither is just a new name.
Responsibilities are plenty.
Sharing caring giving in,
Not regreting what should have been.
Jealousy should be out ruled,
It only lives in th heart of fools,
My advice to you can go on and on,
But, now its time for you to sing
your own song.
Remember its the singer not the song
That sings the notes right or wrong

Remember gitu and bear in mind,
a faithful friend is hard to find,
and if you find one good and true,
never change the old one for the new

poem written by cluelessnan for Gitu on her birthday
GITU IS THE ONE IN FRONT IN THE PICTURE
KAREN IS BEHIND GITU