Her shaky thin legs, covered with pale clothes,
Walked in watery sand with continuous white loathes.
Cheeks were wrinkled and hunched back,
Drowsy eyes that saw the sun sank.
After covering half the beech, the lady found an old rock.
Struggling with the knees, she sat there shocked.
A splash of wave, flooded the brain
With memories in skirt and herself in rain.
That rock still kept that promise alive
Made by girls when they were twenty less by five.
In skirts and tops and pink bows,
The girls engraved all their names in a row.
Making a pact of meeting there,
Without fail; every year.
For five years after that,
They kept the promise without fail.
And then slowly with time.
They got caught up with some other things prime.
After about sixty years, on the same day of the promise.
Sitting there with tears, the old lady noticed.
Pair of legs struggling together,
Similarly weak and similarly shocked they marched more closer.
Her eyes glittered, she could recognize,
Healthy friends under the wrinkled disguise.
The sea, the night were astonished to see.
Something similar to its immortality.
An old friendship was reborn that night.
Under the stars that were more bright.
Now for like twenty years later,
That rock still keeps the childhood together.
Still managing through the waves,
It keeps the promise safe.
See what friendship did to them.
They again gathered there, far away from heaven.