LOST ACQUAINTANCE

 

Meeting on my morning walk an old acquaintance,

May be this is what is coincidence by chance.

 

I used to be enamored by his dialogues in a mythological drama,

It used to wake up even those who went into a coma.

 

As I breathed in and out deeply during my morning walk,

And started suspiciously viewing behind my back.

I found him to be stalking me,

I was in for sheer ecstasy.

 

He had a doubt if I were to be his friend’s son,

His happiness knew no bounds when I answered in unison.

 

He fondly recalled the coffee offered by my mother,

He used to find her in the easy chair, with none to bother.