3 idiots, Harry Potter series, The Hangover, The three musketeers and many more. List can go on for a long time but I think you get the gist.
There is something about a trio. I too am a part of one such trio. Currently stationed far from each other and barely finding time to talk we all know the bond we have and the friendship we share… It’s immune to the decay of time
But why 3?!?
Because while 2 may be playing see-saw, the third one will always ensure that the to and fro continues in the group. Each keeps lifting the other.
Three equally stupid but nice people,
From random parts of the world,
Fortunately crossed each other’s path.
What was complex became simple,
As the trio hurled,
Boarding different buses on the same path.
The Calm one is smart, short, and lazy,
But dependable and capable of wonders.
The loud one is confident and quite differently witty,
An army brat with techno thunders.
And the third one is I, your poet yet to prove,
Fortunate to have committed so many blunders.
One’s success motivates the rest,
One’s failure teaches best,
Learn from each other despite who writes the test,
Finding a good friend is the true contest.