That Mango Tree

When I look back I see two great friends, you and me,
Sitting under that huge mango tree,
That was the time when we were simply free,
But never imagined that time will just flee.

You in your yellow shorts and I in my pink frock,
Sitting over that grey rock,
Always wondering, how many birds are there in the flock?
I say six and you start counting all the docks,
Just to prove that I have a mental block.

Do you remember those wee hours of morning?
We used to gear up for our swimming classes,
Always so happy to go all the way cycling,
And feel so proud of ourselves while overtaking slow moving buses.

Have no count on the number of classes we missed,
Soon, all our teachers got annoyed and pissed;
Our casual studies continued to persist,
Finally with little notes on all subjects we managed to subsist.



Without much effort we somehow passed class tenth,
And there again we were together in eleventh,
Soon we cleared exam of twelfth,
And just like that our school life went.

Those were the days of unending chaffer,
Everyone named us, rumormonger,
Surprisingly, we were too happy with this new advert,
And jubilantly with more yarn we, revert.

I still remember your first crush,
While taking his name you simply blush,
When he use to enter class, immediately you hush,
I always wondered about the reason behind your real mush.

But next year was not same,
As we moved to attain different aims;
I went for my graduation in management,
You decided to stay back and look for assignments.

And after that when we actually met,
We discovered that now we have different mindset;
Things which were right to you were wrong to me,
And soon it become ‘you’ and ‘I’ instead of ‘ We’.

For first time in life, we had a real variance,
I thought we’ll soon overcome it with our invariance,
Little did I knew that I was wrong,
And soon I realized that it’s all gone.

Somewhere inside this world’s blare,
I am missing that Mango tree out there,
I know for me you still care,
Just wanted to ask, are you there?