Four Friends Poem by Girija Menon

Four friends in a convent
ten years together they spent
Their friendship blossomed bringing them closer
with a promise to always stick by each other

Learnt the “Hail Mary” to perfection
Sisters & mothers for supervision
Best of English with perfect diction
Talking to boys only with their permission
in-discipline would face no compassion

Completed school and passed with distinction
with hopes and great aspiration
they part ways to realize their dreams
years pass and life takes them across seven seas

Two decades go by a reunion is on the charts
hoping to meet and catch up on years gone by
Dressed in their best suits they meet at “The Bay”
Their favorite joint during school days

The sun sets and its time to call it a day
they bid adieu to and go their respective ways
Not knowing when they would meet again
goodbyes were with a lot of pain

Friendship is not meeting everyday
but to start from where you left the other day
be there for each other come what may.

A shoulder to cry on or a voice to call on
when ever life lets you down
or when you want to share the sheer pleasure
and joys that life offers each and every one

Friendship is that treasure
that has no measure
consider yourself lucky
if you have at least one such buddy