Conversation Between Distant Travelers - Poem by spiritual seeker
Tyvabro guest house, Mahebourg, Mauritius.
It's late evening and rain had not stopped since noon,
Sitting together in the warm comfortable sofas,
A white gentleman and three white ladies all in their late 70's drinking coffee.
'Bonjour', and instantly I knew they were French.
But soon after we were drinking hot black coffee together.
From simple introduction, to topics of travel, countries and people...
Me, in my very very few words of French and they their little little English.
There was no barrier...
Often when we couldnt find the right words and meaning,
We just carry on with our mother tongues.
To our amazement, we discovered...
It was fine to talk even without complete understanding of languages,
Somehow we enjoyed every moment of it,
Laughing, having fun and more hot black coffee with local brown sugar,
Ahh...this wisdom of life's travel,
Meeting this grand family of mankind...knowing each other,
Respectful and sharing.
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