From blossoming spring to winter fall ,
From morning walk to evening strolls,
I can say I have seen them all.

Crawling over floor to walking spree ,
Standing straight to bending over knees...
Thatched roof to pucca ones,
Double storeyed or with window panes,
Tingling bells to scooter horns...
Vrooming bikes or Lancers owned.

From lonely afternoons to giggled chatters ,
Shiny plates or broken platters...
Entwined hands or turned off heads ,
Rosy pink or icy reds,
Smokey morns or lightening showers...
Fruitless trials or applaused awards.

I can say I have seen you spring up ,
Like seeds grow someday to harvestable crop.
With tender hands you have pulled me with care,
With naughty legs upon me you have stared...
Never let go the togetherness we share...
I am your rusted wrinkled chair.

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