Assalammualaikum wr wb...

Second update for my new blog.. heh !

Friendship... Its a very strong word isn't it.. Right now, I think some friends just don't deserve our friendship.. Yeah, those who knows me very well knows that I've dropped lotsa friends just so that I won't get hurt.. Selfish you may say.. Yes ! I am.. I would rather not have your friendship than getting my feelings hurt by your words and action...

Anyways, here's one of my favourite things...... POEMS....


A Poison Tree
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe.
I told it not, my wrath did grow;
And I water'd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles;
And it grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole.
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


William Blake (1757 - 1827)
William Blake (1757-1827) was born in London, where he spent most of his life working as an engraver and illustrator. At about age ten, Blake had his first vision: a tree filled with angels. Mysticism is one of the hallmarks of his work. While his poetry was not widely known during his lifetime, his writing and his art have continued to grow in popularity.