STOLEN WEEKENDS

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To waft through mundane chores of long days

To shy and smile in thoughtful anticipation

To often glance upon the trees yonder

And await the coming weekends.

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To spend time in his serene presence

To swing in gleeful joy to his soulful flute

To hear the singing birds and the colours of spring

To hold tight his hand and to hope the weekend never ends.

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O lovely trees of nature’s bounty

Thou art witness to our love in bloom.

Thou art the shade to our Stolen Weekends

Thou art the shade to our Stolen Weekends.

The art was painted by our artist Mrs Komal Sunil Talati and the poem was written by our Major Cariappa N A.