This poem is about my gang in college, a unique group of friends who are weird yet lovable, crazy yet fun.
Friends like us
Friends in this world of every sort you will find,
Some false and some who will never leave u behind;
In this race that life has become,
The right kind of friends are truly some;
Stepping into the world of our gang,
Friends of whom u’ll never get a hang;
A special friendship is what exists,
Lets find out of what this gang consists.
Aditya is the first name that comes to my mind,
A more colourful character you will not find;
Dada, Sachin, Undertaker are whom he swears by,
Make him mad and he’ll make grown men cry;
Sports are a part of his life,
Of fun and friendship he is rife;
Does everything to prove his point,
And none of his friends does he ever disappoint.
No lesser than anyone is naga,
Get to know him and u’ll go gaga;
An instant hit with the ladies,
His girlfriends though are atrocities;
A guy who is proud of his hair,
One who will never leave his friends in despair;
A good sportsman is how i’d describe him,
Filled with talent and honesty upto the brim.
A tall and lanky rajiv awaits us next,
Who’ll never abandon his friends on any pretext;
A tech freak he is totally,
And one who fails on the atheletic scale abysmally;
Yet he has run marathons many,
In which none of us did accompany!;
A man as firm as his word,
And a kind of friend of whom u’ve never heard.
Siddharth is the person i could write most about,
A friend no gang can do without;
A wonderfully wierd yet loving person,
One who gives every life a reason;
Only in football could he beat me,
A caring and lovable person, you’ll see;
A guy i made friends with on first sight,
One who’ll honour our friendship with all his might.
Avinash isn’t just your average joe,
Never was his cgpa low;
Two super computers he does possess,
A pc and a brain that does impress;
Wonder why he’s not at IIT,
A person whom everyone does secretly envy;
Luckily he’s landed up with us,
To teach us physics, and that he happily does.
CV is what he is lovingly called,
For a few weeks he did go bald;
Counterstrike is a game he holds in high regard,
Could tell u every movie in which matt damon starred;
Hollywood could easily have been his home,
Oscar movie fever is his syndrome;
A man whose principles are admired,
And our lives he has gracefully inspired.
The seventh completes this tribute,
Shoeb is the last to contribute;
A genuinely true friend to be kept close at heart,
A tinge of humour he does impart;
Writer of this piece of art,
With this we now depart.
A unique group of people u have come to know,
Seeds of our friendship that we did sow;
Fruitful will be the tree that will rise,
Great intellectuals it will comprise;
A gang that makes people go wow!,
And with this we take a bow.
