A cool breeze knocks my face,
a relief from the stuffy interiors.
as I sit in the steps the floor warm.
Settling down with strain,
my knees too rigid to bend,
I watch a sturdy young man,
staring through the interludes,
does not seem an intruder
nor he looks familiar.
He stays there for a time
adjusts his mask, removes the gloves
ransacks his bag.
I attempt to get up,
worried, he opens the gate
crosses the driveway.
Gathering myself in panic
I make haste to go inside.
Before I could, he climbs the steps.
Hiding my nervousness, I sport
a smile. He folds his hands in ‘
respect, hands an invitation.
Gently he solicits my presence
requests to bless him
on his wedding.
I curl up. I appear mean
while the young man
showcases reverence.
Meenas Poems 