‘Friends’: Poem by Rashmi Kumari, Apeejay School, Kharghar

I had friends when I was three.

I depend on them, I agree.

I played with them and they are such a gem.

My friendship with them was like a strong stem.

I don’t know why?

They go away like a bee,

And come back like the sea!

As I am getting older,

Many people became my trustworthy friends

Still I used to remember my old friends.

But my new friends are bolder and old friends were colder.

Many old friends forgot me,

They don’t even talk to me

Still I remember those days,

When we used to laugh together, I guarantee.

Life is like a circle,

Some people go from our life,

But some new people also come

So it is a miracle!

Rashmi Kumari
Apeejay School, Kharghar