Tuesday, 31 January 2012


Standing a little shy, by the classroom door,
I saw him first, nearly twelve years before.

It was my first day in my very own school,
Although really nervous, I was keeping my cool.

Never did I think that in my first day,
A very special one was to cross my way.

Yashin my dear, it was none other than you,
In that momentous, wonderful view.

We became friends at the very first sight,
For your charm was special and so was it bright.

It was the begining of a special relation,
One which I want to keep till my cremation.

We've been friends for years twelve,
Deep into each others mind we did delve.

All those days we talked out our hearts,
We were a machine's inseparable parts.

Your roll number, always followed mine
And on exam days, this made you happy and fine.

We've had our fights but they never lasted long,
I couldn't remain mad for we were friends that strong.

The parting of ways is soon to come,
And though my heart is beating like a drum,

I'm sure you will do well to keep in touch,
Of you I ask only this much.

At the distance of a call, I'll always be,
Just dial my number whenever you need me.

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