A Song 232

Hanumanji's birthday.
Temple in colour balloons;
eggless, birthday cake cut;
cheers.
Said Bhagwan, the tea vendor
to Lady, Old Man under
Karuna banyan.
Lady: Said your hullo?
Old Man: Prayers cold me.
Old Man: You?
Lady: Psalms deposit regrets.
Remains of many, morning walks,
the two are turning numb.
Years ago,
Pais stumbled on staffs.
Lady Pai eaten by Alzy,
went away.
Gent Pai, 90, in bed.
Alzy wasted Rao Bahadur.
Ms. Pareekshit dropped, a day.
Her man, eased off,
in an arm chair,
watching windows.
Today's young of aged,
know not them.
Their pets are different.
Lady, Old Man
belonged to them;
today, have none to belong.
Exception, Mary, their nun,
versed in smiles.