It was a trail first,


Crumbly with dead leaves everywhere.

Colourful and beautiful it was,

But there were too many patches that made us fall,

Made us angry,

Made us want to curse at it all.

But then the trail strengthened,

With years of footsteps loving it.

It started sprouting plants as the dead leaves enriched the ground.

It got easier to walk on.

The falls became few.

The memories of the path endeared me to you.

Ever-lasting this path is now.

Even if we fumble and it grows weak,

We’ll lift each other up and continue,

Because our friendship is soft concrete.

It will hold even if we let go.

Published on: May 18, 2011

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