Within my book of memories,
Are special thoughts of Us.
Of all the things we did,
Play, party and fight as much!
As I turn the pages of time,
And recall every precious thought,
I realise the happiness and warmth,
Knowing all of you have brought!
I remember our unique choice of games,
Hopscotch, Badminton and Dodge ball,
Antakshari, Coffee pot - few to name
Stacks of memoirs with one n all!
Music, dance and yummy food
Were the treats to lure
Lifted our spirits to a Party mood
Be it Picnic, Birthday Or the New year!
When I read through the countless mails
I laugh, I cry, remembering each phase.
The bitter-sweet memories we share
Of Love, care and thoughtful ways!
Today, Grown up all of us are,
Some Wives, some mommies, some waiting to be.
Yet, Feel like the young girls holding hands
Talking abt this and that!!!
And when I recollect these anecdotes,
As I go along my life's destined way,
I find they grow more precious still
With every passing day!
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~ With Love, for all my Friends ~
~ NKB ~
