ALSphere Foundation
Colored and perfumed pages of love do not arrive anymore,
The wooden letterbox lies defunct and stores memories of yore,
Mid Afternoon doorbells of the postman – harbingers of frolicsome ditties,
Are lost to time, and have found places in museums storing ancient kitties.
‘Mail’s arrived’ meant jumping around and rummaging in letterboxes,
For the days of ‘e mail’ were yet to arrive, that heralded apocalypses.
Heated arguments, cooked up in cups of infusion at the Indian Coffee House
Did not have their resolutions in zoom sessions at the click of a mouse.
Instant coffees have made and changed the world around us,
But can everything be as instantaneous – something like a one-minute love marvelous?
Grandparents have no entry today in nuclear families,
For they’re the ones who can deliver patient homilies.
They’d have showered the young ones with affection and care,
Yet they’ve been shunned away as cumbersome in our pursuit of material snare.
Dog-eared memories remind us of bygone days,
There’s yet time to mend our ways.
