When I think of my friends
Days of past come to mind!
Can those days be retrieved
To relive the days of the past?
Days pass on fast in routine
Whether enjoy or not ever!
Likewise whole life goes on
Without an end to monotony!
When we meet by chance
We forget the impasse fast!
Become young fellows again
To spend the days of past again!
Will friends be forever near us
To make past, present, future one?
