Passion Is Recharged.

"Because you told me that you would come here To attend the meet, I have come here, sir." She told me when she met me in the meeting. She retains her lovely feature intact But betrays her lose skin from diabetes. She insisted me to visit her house As if not sufficient was the chat we'd had. ‘Too remote to see again.', was her anguish. Twenty years younger, she had worked with me Thirty years ago, at thirty-two. So free, so bold, with a tempting figure She moved around, exciting men around And yet with a look exclusive for me. Her concern for me must be the reason For her to drop on her way to see me Later when I worked in a place away. It is my privilege that she invited me. It is my fortune that I availed of it. We sat across the table over a tea And talked to our heart content for an hour With the sole purpose of seeing each other, In the presence of my supportive friend. I left her, taking her image and feels To preserve, with no more chance to see her. A day later she chose to send a mail As if to express thanks for my visit And added how happy she was with me. Also, she recollected our sojourn About thirty years ago and marvelled At my physique which is as impressive As it was then, thanks to my maintaining. We may not see again but will forget not. 12.06.2022