It flickers last on the long drawn-out list of requirements. But, it has its settled place in my pocket Like the stretched string on a Veena.
Drying my eyes and concealing my sighs within its layers, It takes into its sure sweet hands The momentous events of my life. Standing by me in the thick and thin of the day And never settling comely where it was put It embraces me dearly With love and concern Only to get tarnished in return With the shades of my sad and solemn moments.
Be it the droning swarm of hovering mirages, Or the aroma of my fruitless love, Or the fears and passions erupting out of sudden happenings Why It absorbs every single secret of my life into its fold And waits on me, ever so eagerly Extending a guileless friendly hand.
When sun is at his singing best over the crown It sponges over the perennial springs of sweat Planting a deep endearing kiss and restores sanity.
At great gatherings, parties and while on travel It always books me a seat at no cost And becomes a handy wave of flag at see-offs. No matter whether I caress it gently spraying scents Or, wriggle and crumple and cast it off, It waits a lifetime for my care and attention. Unmindful of who calls on, it serves as selflessly And stands out a symbol of love and fraternity.
It's why I commend: Present a hanky whomsoever you love.
