I look back, trying to recollect,
All the things that have passed,
From the time we cycled to school,
Fifteen years have gone so fast.
Do you remember those matches,
Organised by the school.
The enthusiasm with which we played,
You were known as ‘Captain Cool’.
The ‘combined studies’in your house,
When we ended up playing too,
I think there was a day,
When I lost seven matches to you.
The day you lost your cycle,
The days after, when we had to walk,
The conversations over the phone,
Of politics and other small talk,
The games after the exams,
We played on the road,
‘Rock thatha ‘ would come out yelling,
Threatening to explode.
Fun times those were,
And fun it was, after.
All these years have been,
Memories of fun and laughter.
Continuing ISC thereafter,
You were part of a different group.
I never dared to join in, but,
I was still, somewhere in the loop.
I even remember the day when,
S****** proposed to you,
Why you accepted the proposal,
Even you, didn’t have a clue!
I recollect when your exam went bad,
I put my hand on your shoulder,
Completing studies , we grew up,
But we never got ‘older’.
End of the term and we all thought,
We may never meet again,
We even wrote a poem together,
Describing the parting pain.
But it never happened thus,
And we were never ever alone,
It’s amazing to think we’re still meeting,
In a foreign place like Cologne.
