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Us In Another Universe…

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By Radha Konda



To my dearest best friend, 


If we were to be born again in another universe…


We’d be the two peaceful penguins who’ll stick together,

Even in the hail storm from the North Pole 


We’d be the two lazy horses laughing with our, 

Teeth out for no apparent reason


We’d be the two clueless donkeys carrying our weights, 

And still, bump into each other joyfully on our way home 


We’d be the two cute goats, who’ll compete for 

Finishing the most hay in a minute


We’d be the two fluffy pigs happily sleeping, 

After a good lunch under a fig tree 


We’d be the two happy kangaroos jumping, 

All the way to the rainbow after the rain 


We’d be the two excited fish in the pond 

Swimming an extra inch every day 


We’d be the two hatchlings who’ll talk the talk 

And walk the walk, one step at a time 


We’d be the two naughty cats jumping on a 

Trampoline, until we tire ourselves and fall


We’d be the two indecisive monkeys fighting for the same banana 

And eventually sharing it, half and half 


We’d be the two baby elephants, rolling in the cold mud 

And splashing water at each other in the mid-summer 

We’d be the two harmless puppies letting everyone 

Inside the gate, as soon as they pet us smiling, 


We’d be the two innocent calves peacefully 

Grazing on a green meadow on a warm, sunny morning 


We’d be the two fierce eagles, always flying to the top 

Of our favourite mountain, to watch the glory of the sunset 


We’d be the two little raccoons, always going 

Back and forth about our decisions 


We’d be the two clumsy pandas, always clumsy and scared easy, 

Falling on our face first from the swings each day 


Or 


We’d be the two big banyan trees holding our roots together, 

And standing together through the seven seasons 


Instead, we are the two besties in long-distance. 


By Radha Konda



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