LOVE UNDER THE LAVENDER TREE
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“Under the lavender tree we stood,
A wrinkled face you looked, mine.
Your heart got hooked, it seemed;
When were you born?‖ you asked.
I, then, took a travel down my
Memory lane; re-lived the day,
When I was the chubby girl, saw you first
Under the same lavender tree.
Briskly you walked; rarely you smiled
Even to your few fellow friends.
And, I was invisible to your eyes;
A shadow masked you, I guess.
A cheery spring sent me in,
To your eyes (and to your heart?)
Under the same lavender tree
I stood smiling, my mind at cloud nine.
…………………………………………………………………
Now, we are worn and torn,
But still, you ask when I was born.
Know and note, my beloved, the day
I saw you, was the day I was born. ”
© Mridula
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