Old Couple And Evening Tea

With white flowers sprinkling 

fragrance on her shiny cascade,

A sanctified garland of brown beads 

in her wrinkled fingers,

In a creme-yellow sari 

with golden border, 

She sat on the armchair,

Praying for vibrancy and hue 

in son's life while hers fade out.

Back in the well-kept garden, 

Stood a man in somewhat seventies

holding a baby jasmine plant,

Ready to blossom 

like a proud daughter.

A radio vibrates 

the melodious voice of Kishore Kumar,

While he looks upon 

the plant with love and glee,

Basking in the reveries 

of his childhood days.

Time has come to a standstill 

for the couple,

The busy city life only flashes 

on their newspapers.

Only the evening cup of tea 

romances with them even today.

Love is eternal, now they know. 

And that's all that matters.