HOLY MATES

I will remember those days,

I spent with those holy mates.

The outings, the awkward moments, and the battles,

That would consistently happen.

I would recall those memories,

That always make me laugh,

Those tales that we made,

Those jokes that we cracked

Those classes that we bunked

Those subjects, that made us shrunk.

And those foods we ate,

At hostel and restaurants

That was our weekly streak

And those Journeys in the metro,

Not looking for a seat but Wi-Fi

Not a single clue of a shy

The one who would find hoy

Would spend the journey in joy

Changing the stops and their names,

These were our favorite games.

Those business plans that we made,

From my memory, cannot fade.

No one could hear it or see,

The planning under a secret tree

The battles, the quarrels between us,

That had further bend us

The group studies and discussions we conducted,

If we had been kidnapped or abducted.

That appeared board and rife.

Those were the best days of life.