Those were the kids’ days when we met
to play hopscotch on the compound
Later we met in the college as mates
Very strange, we met again at interviews
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So nicely captured the meeting of friends now and then, again and again. Beautiful poem you have nicely presented........10
Verily, its a matter of fate that persons meet again and again
It is strange sometimes how these things happen. Nicely written, Jayatissa
You have quite deeply expressed your true feeling towards the particular aspect of life! extremely interesting!