All those simple memories
Of our childhood
Still walk hand-in-hand
To wake up
At chance encounters.
Little feet, little legs-
That’s what we had
In those elementary years
When we walked back
To our separate homes.
Spread across the street,
We walked abreast
In those days
Of scant traffic.
Those were innocent days
Of no warped thought
And only straight talks
In the purity of childhood.
Decades later, I met
One of these walkers!
It was an unexpected
And arresting moment!
Eyes brimming
With joyful tears,
Hand over hand
In a warm clasp,
We sharied those bygone days
In an affecting moment.
Words had no place ,
But our glances spoke
Of what we knew
Was pure without deceit
In that incandescent,
But innocent moment !