Robbery

Robbery

PK Routray

Of Course the mirrors we see

at times with gloom at times with glee

to glance at our reflection to know “How am I.”

Ah seventy years in the meantime has passed by

Meet we friends around with our spouses often

“Ageing with age” never on us so cruelly did ever frown

till we see the snaps of our pal Satchi and his consort

declaring, to go to a foreign land, ready is our passport.

laughing at our fond memories as if they are fairy tales

“Hey Time! You are the thief. To curse you my heart wails.

Forty-five years of their togetherness they cherish forever.

Stole you their mortal sparkles but you, their immortal love will blur.”

(N.B - Satchi amd myself were classmates wef 1965 to1970)