Reunion

She was with me all through those years
I lost her over time - I neither had grief nor tears

Thinking I was today about my first love
Wondering when did I lose her; and How?

She used to be a part and parcel of my life
And created a world for me so nice

I spoke to her always - when I was joyful or sad
All about me she knows - both good and bad

Between us, stood time the warrior
And strained the relation everyday thus creating the barrier

Without her by the side, I became weak
Solitude killed me, I had no one else to speak

She is a beautiful creation of art
With word and rhyme at her every part

I found her back today - my priceless treasure
When she is with me, my life is always filled with pleasure

I will dress her up with word; and decorate her with sound
With our re-union today, my lost happiness has been found

-- Shyam Subramanian