Three quarters of a century
Yet the snail moves
Creeping from mountain to marshes
From grooves to grooves
Sentiments change hues
With colours of rainbows
Clouds take flight from sky to sky
Yet the passion remains, raw and elemental
Like a child frolicking in the rains
Three quarters of a century
Hair turn grey
Flicks of memory give way
To toothless smiles, to fumbled words
The lights become dim on journey’s highway
Where is your soft touch?
I ask the lonely nights
The silences whisper softly
Saying dreams have taken a flight.
Three quarters of a century
Time has moved fast
But eyes still look for the smudge of ink
On your letter on a post card
Three quarters of a century
The birds have taken to the sky
But the twittering bird of desires
Still wishes to touch the sky
One more quarter
The cnetury will roll over
But for me these three quarters
Will enter the final groove
And the snail of time will stand still
Leaving a set of memories
With rainbows to mingle with the smiles
With yet another child
Who will stand still
Under the virtual rainfall
Seeking his thrill
On his mobile screen!
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