Chums

The bough would bend

Under our lightweights,

As we sit huddled on it,

Literally spoilt by friendship

And never-ending native games

.Chucking pebbles into the rush,

Soaking wet under lashing rain,

Surge of droplets defying us,

Caressing our innocence,

Twigs and leaves participated

In the amusement,

as we grappled

With not so amused aquatic friends.

Feet nuzzled by the stream,

Laughter and a joyous theme

Rent the air unhindered, as the

Most treasured moment of chums,

Slipped into sweet reminiscence