The Good Old Days

This group of girls' fiery ways set the 'mood'
In the Billimoria Hood.
When try as they should
To be well behaved and good
Be rebellious they would.

Once the kind and graceful Puja found that a bird had died
She cried and cried, while we all sighed
At the rose garden
Where an apt burial
She had commissioned.

Geetha held her own
In the class-room
Where she was the natural choice
With a singing voice
Of a nightingale

Hetal - 'handle with care'
Had the most beautiful silky hair
With a smile to compare
Could be mischievousness though quiet
and was a sheer delight

Meen-akshi the fish-eyed
Was coolness - personified
And danced to the beat of
Only her drum,
A friend you could count on.

Zeenat - Jughead Jones
A bundle of fun and bones
Curly locked and thin
This giggling goblin
Had a heart of gold.

Avani, Frog-andes?
what could be said of her
I wonder? ;)