And there you stand, beneath the perch of the old mango tree, Caressing my hair, gently, softly. And the warmth of that touch, touched my soul such, that my face radiated in its whole magnificence. And the heart melted in that radiance. My whispers dissolved into long breaths so warm, and love exuded from my eyes dazed by your charm. Beguiling, those eyes, I remember them and once again my heart skips a beat, There will be pain in love, I remember again the old caveat. And once again, my mind escapes the world and once again I feel free. And there you stand, beneath the perch of the old mango tree. V R Bhardwaj