Friends, but not masters

Let friends be friends, not more than that,
As you have a mind to think and decide.
Your mind remains a temple,
Until you let someone in.
Let not they become your masters,
For you may walk their path and get lost.
Stick to your mind and heart,
And give deaf ears to others.
Two faces I see, as one is the mask,
And the other is the real.
Real is sometimes too nasty,
For the mask is better than the real.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

 

 

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST