The Friendship Tree Poem by ankur chauhan

Ages gone by, standing in a new world.
Different faces surrounding us, but still holding the flashes of our past.
Remembering that peace in our heart's.
We are moving on the chosen paths.

Ages gone by, the Cigarette is lonely now.
No one to be shared with, I feel NUMB sometimes.
Remembering the laughs and fights we shared together.
For a single JOINT always the eight of us were desperate to be the first one to smoke.

The TREE was the meeting place, the Hanging place.
Where we always were present......either discussing, fighting, laughing, arguing, smoking, drinking or feeling frustrated with someone or the other, the STAIRS knew it all.

We all made different choices, We made different relationships with each other.
Irrespective of color, caste, age but sex was always the same.....
Stood as friends beside each other weather in need or in pain.
Felt sorrow and happiness at the same time....

We made some policies and we indeed broke many rules (Andha modh) .
The AMBITIONS we had lead all of us this far, but with JOY in our Heart and NO tears in our Eyes......

With a feeling in our heart's that we all will meet someday at the same Hanging Place,
will always be as fresh as the AGES GONE BY...........