Mrs. Bose is a quirky person

She’s made of two things –

Self doubt and self indulgence.

Mr. Bose is a careless man

Always fritting away her love – well, apparently

Like one shoves away fallen autumn leaves.

Marriage and children came like the seasons

Not out of the ordinary –

Mrs. Bose admires herself in the mirror

As one looks at a flower from all sides –

Mr. Bose, meanwhile, busies himself with automobiles

They look different and divergent ways,

Age came to them following laws of nature.

Today, as they celebrate the golden year of togetherness

Past and present, coalesce into the future – their progeny.

Cinematic reels of memory unfurl

Of chance meetings and rendezvous

Of happiness shared and miseries halved –

They held hands under falling light of the sun

Mrs. Bose held Mr. Bose close to her heart

When afraid in the dark –

Demons and goblins had come chasing,

Yet something was amiss in their lives

They’d never said a “I love you” to each other.