Images have no age.

My lady-love last seen long ago

Is still young and lovely in her image

That I carry with me over years.

My long lost friend I am indebted to,

Is still young and friendly in his image

That I retain with me over long time.

Heroines of old cinemas enthrall.

My last seen bullies remain so in me.

I too would be to them as I’d been then.

They might have grown beyond recognition.

Changes would have come in their attitudes.

Yet, I’ve anxiety to renew their images.

18.05.2013