A Chance Rendezvous

On a day when the sun's chariot Is picking its momentum and The night still exhaling cool Dampness on the day's pricking skin Sitting under an open sky I slip Into an indescribable stupor The melody of your thoughts Transport me into... 'Inda! ' I hear a voice as if I were sitting in a deep well 'Lift your head and take a look, ' My son's voice I hear from Two floors down with his eyes skyward I reluctantly raise my lashes More to obey my young master There my eyes catch a mild Reddish shine on the easterly sky With well defined angles: Mars, the unrelenting war god Stood majestic on a lonely field Staring at nothing in particular In dignity, valour and splendour 09feb2010 20.55hrs