Meena watches us from miles
with Appu now by her side.
Through the sunlight streams her smile
to tell - here her soul resides.
And his own back Appu pats,
in the gruff voice joy he hides.
I guess he reads all our chats-
feel his scholarly eyes glide.
Yet we want to hear them more-
so we knock on heaven’s door.
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