Like beads on a string,
we were together
through thick and thin.
Riding bikes, sharing things,
pulling braids, running,
playing, laughing, crying.
We couldn’t forget those days
and united in memories,
we return from our parted ways.
To spend this time catching up,
telling our life stories,
comparing grays, remembering stuff.
Like birds of a feather flying
into the sunset with wings
and hearts beating – in unison.
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Good ethical poem Rupali…
Beautiful verses!!!
Thanks Shashikala. Nice to read your compliment.
Very beautiful lines rupali. Super wordflow. Each line meant for everyone those who miss their old golden days.
Thanks Anuradha. I miss those days too.
Beautiful beyond words!
Jyothi, I appreciate you liking this.