The sun was just
About to set,
It was in the process
Of receding; but
Retaining its brilliance
Without the usual heat
Nor the scorching effect.
On the way to the village square
On errand; a young boy
Shouted after me,
Aunty, Aunty
On turning back
The boy handed to me,
A note
Pointing in the direction
Of a mango tree,
Just beside a bungalow
Across the street
Stood a man,
Whom I do not know,
Or seen before
Smiling and waving
And I wondered
Where do I know him from
Anyway, went my way
To read the note later
I tuned one more time,
To gaze at the stranger.
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