THE TRIO

I just looked out of the window …

And saw the same old mango tree .

On it sat three birds sweet …

Singing in their melody …

Suddenly the air blew and the birds flew …

And I can’t imagine the pain that distance gives ,

Coz I need us….  ’The three power’ melancholy .

There were ups and downs .

Sometimes we behaved pragmatic ,

Sometimes foolish pounds .

Yet the iris dwelled in our friendship .

And the name pander…. “The Three Power Puff Girls”’  sailed….

The tag is sailing on and on ,

And I wish it sails forever and forever on .

The  Three Power Puff Girls …

One tangy ,One chirpy and One strong .

Days will be busy and hours may be few ,

Minutes will be less and seconds no matter what they do .

But the thread rather the rope ,

Will always remain and remind ….

That there were three sizes and three surprises ,

Three fights that never suffices ,

Three cries and three smiles ,

Of the euphoretic  three souls ...!

A churlish and a bonafide CAT ,

A locacious and a verbose DUCK ,

A pre-eminent  and a genuine BIRD ,

Remained tied together….

Not for a year or two ,

But for ever and ever do .

So lets spread our wings ,

And prepare to fly ,

For we are going to soar high .

Even though we may get scattered  ,

But the distance does not matter….

And  its not a gift easily gained ,

Because there are memories that say….

Not for a moment  , not for a day ,

But for ever time flies ….

And if we have our memories  ,

We can reach out to each other ,

Anytime and anywhere we want .

No matter the days become busy , hours few and seconds fast  .

Lets adjure in due …..

That there will always be a time  ,

To ask  “how are YOU” …..