My lease abroad was pampered well
By the breakneck speed of running days
For a plum period of percolating joy.
I had sucked life giving memories
Through the straw of sustaining backups.
I packed them all optimally for shipping,
With least probabilities of snags of any kind.
Back home ,I unpacked them neatly,
Following precisely ''the handle with care'' note.
Reached home safely, were the quality time reminiscences
Of the serial happenings abroad, in between
Two spells of fatigued flying.
But time is a dampener of memory's warmth.
Soon did the native ruminations start rendering
An antique stamp to the alien soil reflections,
Assigning them a rack in their museum.
That the lease is renewable raps my stymied spirit
With a prospective flow of positive percolation
Between two fascinating spells of flying,
For a re surge of those life-giving memories.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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