She sat on the chair,
Half inclined to turn and run,
The white reflected in the mirror
Her tresses golden and amber.
Never realised that writing poetry
Could be so fulfilling;
All you need-a pen and paper
To vent out emotions overflowing.
Cupid's invisible arrow poised
to pour out the potions of love
into the unwary souls of the destined
And change their lives forever..
Reminiscing down the memory lane....
The years loom up to flash back..
the beats of time gone by,
The many ups and downs that we had seesawed,
Waving she stood on the threshold,
her husband and children on the road,
her elder to competition quiz,
blessed her with a smile whiz.