As I loiter in the land of the lost
Come across a lot many souls
Family, friends, lovers and acquaintance
All of them are there to hold
As they pop up from the lost little hole
I scan them through the network mode
And there they are in my face book post
To say hello, from long ago
Which makes retirement a glorious one
With time and leisure we can go for a witch-hunt
Pick up the strings we lost on the way
And make our lives colorful again
Githanjali