And the day was hard too,
Met this girl who stratched my notebook,
When, first time i went to the school.
Ne'er she said, "I'm sorry",
But her ways made me realise,
that she felt so guilty!
Games we played,
Bench we shared,
I started to admire her
NOW as my friend.
Without much to my notice,
the new joinee in class three was novice,
the guy reserved a seat
though i ne'er took it,
my new friend had to stand
before that seat for she was
ne'er allowed to sit on it.
Games we played,
Pepsi cans we shared,
I started to admire MALO RUMI,
Now, as my TRUE friends.
So dark was that dawn,
Connived on wall by some moron,
Trust our patience,
made us stronger as friends.
Climates changed,
Surroundings changed,
Places changed,
Not our heart,
Not our feelings,
Neither our friendship...
That's how i define -
"EPITOME OF LOVE - MY FRIENDS"
I've tried to pen down my school time friendship which has now turned into a storng relationship :)
ReplyDeleteWhen i joined KV2 in class 1, it was Malvika who had stratched my notebook 'coz i pushed her unwarranted while she was writing.
During those first few weeks of my school, when other girls didnt give me a permamnent seat on their benches, it was Malvika who ALLOWED me to sit permanently share the bench with her...its only then i realised, yeah...she could be a good friend of mine :)
ok...honestly saying...i didnt realise it then..at least i donn remember...now i think..."i must have thought so" :)
Then in the year, probably 1993, Rumi joined our school. Trust me, don't remember how we became such cool friends..it was probably my PJ sense that would drive people crazy...
Rumi and I, together had some great time at school..teasing Malvika, making her talk to a guy she wouldnt be willing to ;) .....eating hajmolas which malvika would get as gift from a champ guy who had proposed her :) ..and it went on and on and on!!!
We grew up together..shared our infatuations..shared our grievances..but unfortuntely, none shared their LOVES with me :(
Our last year in school, some stupid fellow ( i know the name but am generous enuff not to disclose it) tried to spoil my friend's name, but in vain! He was a sadist and failed to ruin her name. Now the feloow is lost somewhere..i don't know the wear-abouts.
And then..finally the D-day came..our amazing farewell party. We danced so much that our games teacher had to stop us and he pushed us back to our home-way.
I miss those days..we all miss them.
So the poen goes to all my friends who made my school life so wonderfully beautiful :)
Cheers!!
Wonderfully written. Your comment makes the poem far more meaningful!!!
ReplyDeleteHey Soma. Really nice post. More so coz after spending so much of time wid u it feels as if i almost know malo and rumi. dats the kind of bond u share wid dem and dis post clearly portrays it. Gud goin gurl.
ReplyDeleteSoma Di.. Awesomely awesome... Wasn't expecting this from ya but to be frank u r really good...!! :D
ReplyDeletewell, to believe soma & asi writing all this is difficult but guess thats what such friends do - u stay the way u r & friends luv u tat ways only.
ReplyDeletekudos soma!
asi, where's the poet in u gone?
Shayar soma! nice work. keep it up! :)
ReplyDeleteAnkit...BIG THANKS for following us :)
ReplyDeleteoh my god...i dint knew u were such a good poet!!
ReplyDeletehow did it come out so good....
ReplyDeleteI have few other poems by you.. but they are kind of PJs only...
nice one...