Twenty six years behind me,

dreaming,

Who will be the one?

To kiss me in the tightest hug

And clasp my hand,

On seeing a beetle buzzing

As we will walk across the valley

Of Tulips and Carnation

Ensconced in the cover of

The rhododendrons, the pines

And the Deodars

Alongside the mountain stream

And a thousand birds

In myriad colours

Forming formations and

Breaking away

Chirping the song

Of my love for you.

Never knew that all the dreams

Would end up just like dreams do

And all would finally,

Eventually end up in

Cooked breakfast and a cup of tea.

.....Ramakant Pande

Auguries