An ode to friends.
An ode to relive the moments,
Which had an impact to last,
Of days we spent in congress,
Which happened to bypass so fast.
days of high pitched laughter,
days of silent sorrow and tears,
Days of clash and subtle argument,
days of liveliness and cheer.
We are made out of different mud,
Still attached like a pea in a pod,
Adapting long from roots,
Under the refuge of god.
Whenever you go down to the memory lane,
To remember some good times spent,
Let me be a trifle part of your memory,
I hope your affection, years from now would be the same…..
-Swati Iyer
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