Thursday, April 12, 2007

The three monketyeers

okai dont blink people....this blog is exclusively dedicated to my friends Abby,dvija and of course me zany.....Vidya...

i was suddenly struck up with a turmoil of emotions..and i thought who will be there for me wen the whole world turns their back at me...i saw two faces..it was abby and dvija.......i donno...i am never the senti type...but here this blog...just for them..and me!!

and people dont ask me who is birdie....coz i dont even know who it is?


THR THREE MONKEYTEERS!!



this is Vidya, Abby, Dvija...now for the poem




ONE little monkey caught in a tree
Birdie named it Abby and set it free
Abby couldn't stand in one place
Coz she wanted to play the veena
She played, played and played
She played, played and played
Birdie could bear no more
Abby was sent to school



Another little monkey caught in the tree
Birdie named it Dvija and set it free
Dvija couldn't stand in one place
She was dancing all around
She danced, danced and danced
She danced, danced and danced
Birdie could bear no more
Dvija was sent to school



Another little monkey caught in the tree
Birdie named it Vidya and set it free
Vidya couldn't stand in one place
Coz she wanted to write stories
She wrote, wrote and wrote
She wrote, wrote and wrote
Birdie could bear no more
Vidya was sent to school





Three little monkeys now in school
Sat in the first row
In the boys row
As against the girls row
Where they belong
Coz they were different



They learnt and forgot
How to account
They learnt and forgot
How to be economical
They learnt and forgot
How to do business
They learnt and forgot
Of the monkey
Whose name started with 'N'
They learnt and never forgot
The value called friendship



School came to an end
They didn't bade goodbye
Coz they never went by
They went in three different roads
Connected by the same lane
The lane called friendship



One went to become a marketing executive
One went to become a media entertainer
One went to become a cost accountant
But never did they lose touch
As they crossed many thresholds'
Deep in their heart
Was the thin vein of friendship
Protected by a million
Flesh and blood of memories
Never should they part
Till they cross earth's threshold



Zanychild
Driving people insane as always
 

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