The school bell rang, the afternoon was a view,

My senior, then, would teach me something new.

He introduced the bat and the spin,

A world of table tennis would begin.

 

At lunch, we’d play, the plastic ball would fly,

He’d always win with a triumphant cry.

He’d beat me soundly, tease and playfully shove,

But every moment spoke of care and love.

 

He wasn't just a champion, skilled and fast,

He was the kind of friend you know would last.

My one true friend, who showed me how to be,

In studies, play, and what my future held for me.

 

You were the map I followed, bold and true,

And all my inspiration, senior, was you.

 

Ujain Shrestha

A-Levels

Islington College, Kamalpokhari