For That Adorable Sister

Never written anything to you, my adorable sister, living faraway from me,

Last time we met, I remember, it was another month of August, 

And the rains receded a bit after pouring for one day almost,

Only the day before had I reached the town,

(Being away from it for three long years) 

And the first thing I did after unpacking and freshening up,

Was to turn up at your house,

That beautiful single storied house beside the park 

With a little garden and pebbled pathway,

I still remember that astounding look on your face,

Seeing me after three years,

'You? When came back?'

You asked;

Now that, after so many years, 

You are no longer in our town

And now that the town had disappeared too, 

Along with your house and that cute looking garden, 

I dream to meet you, 

Even if accidentally,

In another town perhaps, 

On a busy street, 

On a sidewalk,

Almost bumping into you,

And you, 

Looking at me with that same astounded look,

And asking me 

'You? When arrived here?'

And I would say 

'Only yesterday'.