A Rainbow Called Love Poem by RADHAKRISHNAN MUNDAYUR

Was it love at first sight?
I know not.
A hurried meeting,
Iranian Cafes,
Holding of hands
Love moved in
When, I'm not sure.
Marriage was then the right choice.
Behind closed doors
Love blossomed.
A love child first and
a lovingly planned one later
Life seemed picture perfect.
Time flew, challenges grew
Some we faced, others we let it pass by
Now our children are on the threshold of life...
We in the middle of middle-age
A stolen glance, a sudden smile
Giving space yet being there
Love has a whole new meaning.