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