My heart is heavy when I pass that corridor
And my ears yearn to here those familiar sounds
And it feels strange… even after these seven years
Not to enjoy those delicious lunchtime aromas…
Those special times we shared everyday!
Wolfing down our swapped tiffin boxes,
Pretending to skate in that slippery pave,
Chatting and reading, playing and shouting,
Living up every moment of our lives as children…
I still have some of those ‘doggie-eared’ notebooks
Which, did the stains of our shared curries mark
Those little paper notes we sent when we fought
With our message blotched by dried tears
Thinking of the past makes me wish I’d never grow up…
For such innocent pleasures rarely do I get…
And time has robbed everything but that corridor
Which still stands immortal though desolate…
Just like our sweet bond of friendship…