There Is Always... Poem by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

There is always...
A favourite pic tucked into the pages of a Dear Diary.
A drawer full of a mishmash of memorabilia.
A bundle of letters tied up in the strands of past times.

There is always...
A tune to set hands and feet tapping.
A MasterChef aroma to awaken dormant senses.
A soothing, sensitive voice in the head.

There is always...
A radiant smile to hide the single tear.
A sunrise after the gloomy night.
A flowering bud on the plant that lost some leaves.

There is always uncle Virender.
There will always be an aunty Asha.
There is always hope.

And here as always with love for you,
Punu Deepak