A lending hand, to fetch balls
In thorny bushes, and prickly leaves
We both returned bruised,
But with wide spread out smiles.

Explorers of wilderness,
Of hidden paths, and secret places.
Of careless rambles
Through the endless expanse of traces.

A serendipitous friendship,
Interspersed with quarrels,
And instant truces,
Signifying an interminable bond.

Dear friend,do you remember ?
The tales of days gone by,

Amidst meandering river
With green hills beyond..” 


Rahul Prasad

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