'Let’s make our hands: our cummerbunds!

   While, we were passing on the road;
   It was not dark; ’twas day–light broad!
   We met; and, were not strangers, God!
   Life has no bounds; it has own code!!

Stars stood a while: wonder? We’re friends!
Let’s make our hands: our cummerbunds!

   Eyes met; our fingers met, quietly!
   Then palms followed, quite secretly!!
   We realized it; but, quite lately!!
   We’re hand-in-hand firmly mately!

We met; and met, two different ends!
Let’s make our hands: our cummerbunds!
   And, now, we’re meeting everyday!
   It appears, now, we’re, but, just clay!!
   We’re serious! And, we’re not at play!!
   We’re seeking lonely parks; away!

We’re facing clays! We’re facing sands!!
Let’s make our hands: our cummerbunds!

   We’re, seemly, busy! Scenes have changed!!
   Our routine affairs have deranged!
   All measures are, now, highly ranged!
   Our bodies are, now, getting flanged!

Our favors are getting new blends!
Let’s make our hands: our cummerbunds!'

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                              - G.R.Prakash