Genuine Delight Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

I was at the market place,
Selecting mangoes
It was then over the mobile,
I was dictated a list of things
My wife wanted me to purchase,
It was not a tall order.
And,
I heard a female voice,
Call me by my name,
I turned and saw her,
Waving her right hand,
Wearing a light blue dress
She struck a fine figure,
She was my old flame,
From my college days
Still fresh in my memory
I saw her walk towards me,
My both hands were full,
I could not hold her in my arms,
She sensed my plight,
She did not care
She hugged me tightly,
And I wished she would
Never move away.
I felt a genuine delight.