Outing is the best part
Teaching is the worst
That'’s what we call '‘friendship’'
An ever-lasting thirst.......
Every boundary was crossed
Without a feeling of fear
Uncountable hands would be there
To wash away the tears...
I too had a group
Which welcomed me with love
I was an innocent boy
Who now don’'t hesitate even for a pub.....
We walked in a queue
With egoistic heads and proudy chests
Every second was enjoyed
Each day was a fest
Every secret was told
With a promise like a shot
That too was exposed
Without a second thought
Expressions show a gradation
Including those of cries and smiles
Distance appeared short
Like some meters made up a mile
No one did sleep
When treats were concerned
Lot of money does spent
Like a charity for a fund
Everyone appeared insane
So as to appear cool
Deceiving was their aim
Just to make others fool
Emotions were transparent
No one seemed fake
Sacrifices were made
Just for each other’s sake
Years rolled and passed by
Walking hand in hand
Each one is precious
Like the priceless shells In the sand………..
Written By - BASU GUPTA
