M Minakshi Devi
Fine morning, five  friends in a coffee shop,
Gossiping in glee sitting around a table-top.
Their childhood they have in their head
Though their inner child is now dead.
All they recite their unique rhyme,
As they have met amd chat after a long time.
Recalled they all their cycle and marathon races for mile,
Whilst their joyous souls silently smile.
Gloom, but, overtakes delight in races on their faces, soon.
As hunt their minds a thrashing thought -
For a long long time again,
Going they to be dispersed away at the next noon.