Holding each other's hand together and entuned in the same thought;
they are on a long evening stroll.
Engrossed and enjoying each other's company heartily,
as if long lost friends met year after.
Unperturbed by the hum-drums of the path.
His masterly story telling skill oscillates
many dolorous thoughts to invigorating news around.
Ageing made him inconsequential near his own siblings,
he pours out life's mountainous experience to her.
Little could she understand,
merges herself with his fancier and importunate words.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: best friend,friendship,granddaughter,grandfather