Ecstatic Bond Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Old man sat
Outside on a bench
Cool evening
Opened the soul
A song hidden
Deep inside
Played out
On the lips
It synchronized with
Nature's music of
Blow of the wind
Hustle of
The leaves
And chirps of
The birds.

Little boy
Came running
Laid his head
On grandpa's lap
'Repeat the song'
He said with love
Flowing from his heart
Once more
And then again
And again
Totally abosorbed
In ecstatic bond
Of old and the new
Saga continued
On and on.