The old knot was tightened anew
On a pious day of varied hues; 
Scattered interaction was amassed too
By the efforts of friends, handful and few.
                
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Lovely poem. Old students' enjoy their meet unmindful of narrow considerations: No rich, no poor, no rank high or low, No caste, no creed, no color or lingual line; To no disparity friends dost know, Only ‘friendship’ is their sacred shrine.
Delightful poem. Friendship is truly a sacred shrine. Lovely.