The old rusty iron gate of the waiting house
Light green leaves of the vine began swaying
Swaying in a playful mood... expectant
Expecting the arrival of the October day
The teenage heart in the old house fluttered wildly
Wildly beating ... expecting her arrival to his home
Dressed in his best clothes .. wearing perfume
Ate a hurried breakfast lest he miss her moments
The short moments he would have her company
Every year this time she pays him a visit
She brings him love,happiness,hope,trust
He turned his eyes onto the mango tree
Which bore sweet mangos in summer
Now the mango tree is resting,gaining energy
The red Maruti car halted before the garden gate
The teenager's heart beat with joy
She stepped out of the car in a simple saree
The unfaded smile same since last thirty years
With folded hands the teenager welcomed her
Into his home ,his heart,his waiting ended
It is time for merry-making -the party will begin
When she greys will he still welcome her in?
©bishu