Wednesday, November 25, 2009

for 'the gang'


While we sit busing at the hem


And we sneer at the rim

While our care goes over board

And we could still be on road



Life is not a bit same

But I still hear your name

Can’t just stand and stare

For the feelings rare



I found all of you in me

Trusting the sounds of thee

Fear has got no place

When you’re in this race



Blessed with amity and bonhomie

Tireless while helping me

You are dawn after the dusk

You add flavor like a Cake Rusk



Singed heat or cold desolate

Lighting torn or all dripping wet

I know I can count on you

Every morn and every noon



A bird sings ‘coz it has a song

Our friendship is for life long

Holding each other we shall pretend

Death can’t part and is not the end








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