Of Course the mirrors we see
at times with gloom at times with glee
to glance at our reflection to know “How am I.”
Ah seventy years in the meantime has passed by
Meet we friends around with our spouses often
“Ageing with age” never on us so cruelly did ever frown
till we see the snaps of our pal Satchi and his consort
declaring, to go to a foreign land, ready is our passport.
laughing at our fond memories as if they are fairy tales
“Hey Time! You are the thief. To curse you my heart wails.
Forty-five years of their togetherness they cherish forever.
Stole you their mortal sparkles but you, their immortal love will blur.”
(N.B - Satchi amd myself were classmates wef 1965 to1970)