A young girl,
An old lady,
A mother of two,
A passionate dancer—
All were friends of mine.
Across the decades,
Through Chennai floods
And Hindi classes,
They stood with courage and quiet dedication.
Their words—scattered notes of inspiration,
Their choices—prompt, firm, and full of grace.
They stood as ideals—
In studies, in marriage,
In hobbies and in ageing gracefully.
Friends from every age group—
A potpourri of ideas, actions, and lived experiences.
Jolly days and radiant faces,
Deep talks and shared silences—
All in pursuit of a life
Guided by values,
Uplifted by love.
Friends, friends, friends—
Let’s carry on.
Celebrate with furry companions,
Wipe away tears,
Stand shoulder to shoulder, always.
In life’s long sail,
We brave the roughest tides,
And reach the distant coast—
Of course, with friends.
Friends are the spark,
The rhythm, the fire.
They are the heartbeat of joy,
The shower that soaks us
In all that makes life truly happy.
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