By Ishwar Kulkarni
The fragrance of friendship, some say,
Even as eons pass by, never withers away.
It’s a dulcet melody that,
Tickles the ears, douses the fears.
Caresses the heart, fondles every thought,
As I pray unto Him for a friend faraway.
I forget all my worries and raze every dismay.
The fragrance of friendship, some say,
Even as eons pass by, never withers away!
Times change, people evolve.
But the earth still wills to revolve.
Perhaps some feelings are earthy and eschew change,
On the canvas of life, there may be hues, new and strange.
But the heart pines for an archaic mélange,
Relations, though old, reunions strengthen them like a flange.
So let’s meet as often as the night meets the day.
The fragrance of friendship, some say,
Even as eons pass by, never withers away.