Treading this forgotten lane
The blind feet need no direction
Colourful flowers welcoming her advent
Boy! It feels good to be home!!
The feel of soil beneath the feet
Blue sky and wisps of cloud overhead
A lemon-mint cooler to beat the heat
That smile of approval in his fatherly gaze
Sunlight playing hide and seek with the trees
casting shadows on the ground
Stray silken locks flying with the breeze
Solitude – long lost, maybe found…
Hark! She calls- its time for lunch
same old preparation, same great taste
Kohl lined eyes, and a warm embrace
Boy! Sure feels good to be home!!