Its Been 25 Years!
Like a cocoon
That encloses the larvae
And shapes it slowly with love and tenderness
Till the butterfly is born.
Inside the grey walls,
Another metamorphosis took place.
The child was slowly transformed.
Dreams took shape.
Courage and determination were acquired.
Then the butterflies spread their wings,
Each one in search of a corner of the globe.
To acquire his/her own domain.
Back again in the winter of 2009,
To strengthen the bonds weakened by time.
How has life treated you all these years?
Is the common question that one hears.
While most have developed a balding pate,
I notice the greying around the temples of my mates.
One or two have bloated beyond belief.
Stress and tension obviously their partners for keep.
One of us remains unmarried till date!
Another has chosen to become a father, rather late!
It is time to reach out and bridge the years gone past.
Lets shake the hands and embrace each other,
like brothers long lost.
Thank you all you wonderful spouses,
for making it to our hamlet.
Here abounds frozen in time,
many of your hubby’s childhood secrets!
Our teachers, for whom we were a boisterous lot.
We say thank you,
for their patience and showering us with love.
Dear Father, you provided the support much desired.
Grateful we are, for on the right path we were steered.
Rajan sir, we will remember you,
Till ripe old age, when memory begins to wane.
You were a friend, a guide who was
always helpful till the very end.
Our alma mater will forever remain
etched in all our ageing hearts.
A solemn promise to remain in touch,
Even as we depart.
Do take back a piece of your childhood,
For 25 years is a real long time.
For those of us who couldn’t be present,
Well there’s always a next time!
That encloses the larvae
And shapes it slowly with love and tenderness
Till the butterfly is born.
Inside the grey walls,
Another metamorphosis took place.
The child was slowly transformed.
Dreams took shape.
Courage and determination were acquired.
Then the butterflies spread their wings,
Each one in search of a corner of the globe.
To acquire his/her own domain.
Back again in the winter of 2009,
To strengthen the bonds weakened by time.
How has life treated you all these years?
Is the common question that one hears.
While most have developed a balding pate,
I notice the greying around the temples of my mates.
One or two have bloated beyond belief.
Stress and tension obviously their partners for keep.
One of us remains unmarried till date!
Another has chosen to become a father, rather late!
It is time to reach out and bridge the years gone past.
Lets shake the hands and embrace each other,
like brothers long lost.
Thank you all you wonderful spouses,
for making it to our hamlet.
Here abounds frozen in time,
many of your hubby’s childhood secrets!
Our teachers, for whom we were a boisterous lot.
We say thank you,
for their patience and showering us with love.
Dear Father, you provided the support much desired.
Grateful we are, for on the right path we were steered.
Rajan sir, we will remember you,
Till ripe old age, when memory begins to wane.
You were a friend, a guide who was
always helpful till the very end.
Our alma mater will forever remain
etched in all our ageing hearts.
A solemn promise to remain in touch,
Even as we depart.
Do take back a piece of your childhood,
For 25 years is a real long time.
For those of us who couldn’t be present,
Well there’s always a next time!
Composed for the silver jubilee school re-union; Ranchi, Dec '09
Hey Goutam, did you send the poem to Father Ayrakoozhy?
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