Twas their smile
that crossed the tables
lighted up the soul.
Amidst the humdrum and hullabaloo of the hotel
Their laughter
mellifluous and infectious.
In the shadows of despair, a glint of hope blossomed.
Four were they -a rendezvous
The scent of ‘marikolindu’ rewinds the clock to the spring days.
Their innocent chit-chat and happy laughter
lightened the sobriety
Gladdened the gloom; cheered the room
Magical they were!
Merrily loud
Soaked in happiness the voices of the old women overheard were
warm and hearted,
recalled the springtime
~Beena. E. S,
Kanyakumari, India
De ja vu!!!