Days in far off land

When the sun kisses the curtains of the window,
I sense the soothing touch of your palm on my cheeks.
When the gust of moist wind gushes in through the panes,
I hear your wet lips humming songs of love in my ears.

From the balcony I witness the green trees lazily swinging,
And realize hazily our rubbing arms sitting by the lotus pond.
When birds flock together, fly and soar high in the sky chirping,
I remember our family in merriment by the secret lake.

Late in the afternoon when a father walks his kids home,
I feel the tight grip of tiny hand of our angel around my finger.
When the dark heavy clouds float hastily for the horizon,
My heart longs for a flight home into the arms of my wife.

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(The picture is from the lobby of Hotel Humpi in Hyderabad.)