The day we met

The day we met;

in the past till yet,

everything I remember;

was just a number,

yes it was thirteenth of march;

but the timing was of dinner not of lunch,

my phone rang when scooty was in full speed;

but I stopped as it all was destine-ed,

for few minutes I was without any clue;

yeah, the voice that I heard was of you,

you called for my quest;

and that too for the fest,

from then butterscotch to mountain dew;

left you with money which was few,

but then it was all fun;

you, me and that idiot old men,

although we had many more;

but that really terrified me for sure.