We met so many
years back,
Worn out like a
gunny bag;
We promised to
pat each other’s back,
So that in
life, we never lag;
The many hours
of tireless talks,
Always pushing
to think out of the box;
Cherishing the
many hours at CCD’s,
Just to talk
our life’s tragedies;
The heart-full
and stomach paining laughter, we shared,
A short lead to
fame we glared;
Doo and Sal,
people knew were inseparable,
They also knew
we were indispensable;
Anytime we took
the stage,
Our talents and
talks were never from the cage;
We did not know
what God had planned,
But we knew for
sure, He wanted us to stand;
The many movies
we went,
The time and
money we spent,
Worth more than
the world’s treasure
That cannot be
counted, as it was beyond measure;
Do you
remember, our birthdays we forgot,
And the many
arguments we have fought?
Yet, we carried
our friendship through,
For, you and I,
our only two member crew;
We have faced
our odds and flak,
They tried to
pull us down and set us back;
Yet, we stood like,
the one among the twelve sheaves,
Making all of
them turn around and freeze;
Twelve years have gone by,
Still we, on
our talks go high,
The moments we
spend together,
Just for our
joys and sorrows in our hearts, to gather;
No one would
dare to us, talk,
For the fear
that we’d have a good comeback;
For, we think
so much before everything we do,
All knew if it’s
me, it’s you, if it’s Sal, its Doo,
God has brought
us this far, He will carry us through;
And this friendship
between me and you,
Will ever grow
and in God renew,
For only we
know, we are our two member crew;
-Vinod Shemron