Beauteous bonds of bosom friends’ boon:
playmates we were;yet ’twas deeper.
Chatting amicably,giggling at jokes of our own;
Making castles in the air:never the doers.
Humming tunes gaily together-all the tracks:
Oblivious to people murmuring behind our backs.
Mocking every other girl’s clumsy fashion:
Jeering as if twas the purpose of our creation.
Praying to almighty for hours-painstakingly studying;
At the eleventh hour on friends always relying.
Lingering about the notice board to take a peep:
Gleefully cheering others;at passing our heart’d leap.
Cheering these times we shall depart:
Smile shall cross our lips;warmth our heart.
Coming across one another,hurriedly we shall dart:
A comfort these moments shall be e’en in last resort
good ol’ teenage life