That Sunday afternoon
hardly I shall forget,
or I shall remeber for ever,
when on my first visit to your home
you served sugarless cold tea
on purpose as a prank -
a good one I appreciate now.
***
Nervous as a deer
at the sight of a wolf,
I dropped the whole thing
on my well ironed off-white shirt
to the roar of your laughter
wafting through your half-closed door
***
Seeing my miserable state
and taking pity on me, your kind mom
chided, 'Is this the way to treat a guest?'
and a towel to you she handed over
to clean me up, a windfall verdict in my favour
***
I used this chance to touch your delicate hands,
and meet your shy eyes many a time,
and without your knowledge I offloaded
my love in your boat anchored in my heart...
***
Tea - sugarless and cold,
turned out to be another bee
to bring together another set
of Shakuntala and Dushyant!
