Dr. Shruti Shankar Gaur

A Poem on Friendship by Dr. Shruti Shankar Gaur

Yet we met again.

Year after year,

Growing more insane.

When we all are together,

I can be me,

I can blurt out anything,

These friendships I cherish,

We are no more friends

We are a family with different names.

Rohit’s cherry on the top,

Punit’s one-liners,

Paritosh’s Buffalo Trace,

Mano and her ingenuity,

Priyam, my dancing san,

Pooja & Pravesh, our yin & yang,

And what can I say of Vidit Shankar & his many slangs.

No one will believe I am a teetotaler,

Because I am totally drunk,

When we all gather,

I am drunk with laughter,

I am drunk with love,

I am drunk with the after-effects thereafter.

My wish is we continue,

to meet again & again,

As our children grow,

we too grow wild & free,

Like old wine,

We brew the old charm time & again.

There’s no façade, and There’s no guise,

There’s no pretense & there’s no hood

You can be you,

I can be me,

And we can be us,

Without any disguise.

As we meet time & again!