Abundance

Sometimes full, sometimes not.

Either ways a place I sought—

Along the path to ‘the western side’

Built of rocks under which hide

Those residents of the Valley with whom I’d share

Songs, laughter or tears without a care!

I grabbed every chance to be in your lap

If I found between classes, even the slightest gap!

How grateful I am for your silence and grace—

That held me together when I needed solace!

By you, not once did I feel shunned.

Oh! I can’t wait to meet you again…

My dear BUND!

Fondly,

Varsha