So many people just love to advise,
Even friends love to do so,
All I need is a loving shoulder,
And understanding to sail me through.
I have seen so much the world over,
Of so-called well wishers and people,
Ah! Their words of counselling --
-- Like barbs from a thoughtless tormentor!
Friends must be friends, nothing more,
Who needs advice when ripped apart?
And if they too, like wild bulls gore,
They split to shards the broken heart.
O Emmenay! Care not or ponder upon,
The haughty ways of worldly folks,
You know Earth is heading for doom,
So, with God as goal, keep marching on...
And you have "her" who loves you, who cares,
About you with all her tender heart,
Then why worry about words and stares,
Of those who strike with poisoned darts?
Didn't Rome's Cassius lead Brutus astray,
And made him kill his beloved Caesar?
So, pay heed to none but God and "her" --
Your companion -- to the very end.
Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on June 26, 2011).