All strangers then, we turned batch-mates
In medical college, long back;
Most left as friends, through college gates;
Communication still we lack!
Decades have passed and changed have times;
A bond of love unknown exists;
We've gone in life through many climes;
-Our eyes now dimmed by fogs and mists!
Togetherness remains the same;
Nevertheless, we're old, not frail;
A few couldn't make a name or fame;
‘Some must be head, some others, tail! '
Some were too fast and some were slack;
It does not matter in the end;
Those golden times, we can't get back;
Some souls got lost, sometimes we bend!
Some functions we did well attend;
Some joys and sorrows, we couldn't share;
Some lazy habits, we can't mend;
‘Some were a tortoise, some, a hare! '
Yet, roads in life are not alike;
Our conscience tells us which to take;
Some ply by cars, some ride a bike;
‘We cannot eat and have Life's Cake! '
Just once we enter life on earth;
A century is not enough;
A struggle long, life seems from birth;
God says, ‘Don't worry! Smile and laugh! '
Dedicated fondly to all my nice 1974 batch-mates
Let's thank God for His love, guidance and care.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-08-2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem