We were like vagabonds, we travelled like one too
The old man had invited us, to sit and sing along a while
We joined in his symphony, singing along familiar songs
We were sitting beside him, we made him a drink as well
After all it wasn't unlike us, to find joys in such little moments
He sang a song though, that reminded us of home
When our voices trembled in memories, he helped us back in tune
The old man the looked at us, asked us for our names
Ritesh, Feby, Amit, Animesh, were our replies in prompt
We asked him why he wanted our names, for we were just passersby
He scribbled our names on driftwood, dropped it into the river below
We were quite surprised, upon this gesture of an unknown soul
We looked at each other and asked, if any of us knew what it meant
I being the curious asked him for his name and why
He said he had scribbled his earlier, and set it adrift a while back
He then blessed us for the chat, and sang one last song for us
We joined in the song of friendship, and bid our goodbyes
When we turned away to walk he called each of us by our names
We turned around to answer, but there found no one at the bridge
We were told of an old geezer, who blessed the souls that sang
He used to be the village elder, who often sat by the bridge
And in the years of his passing, he had waited for his friend
We became the friends he missed, letting him pass by in peace
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