THE MUDGILS.
When the flight from Bangalore to Delhi was well timed,
That fine day Mr Mudgil arrived.
Accompaning him was his beautiful bride,
looking somewhat shy, a little boy stood aside.
Gesturing something the little Mudgil stood.
He wanted water, is what I understood.
But, the young Mudgil nodded.
Still, towards something he pointed.
It was a water body……a lake,
“He loves to watch water”
the proud dad said.
So the young one stood,
Lovingly, towards the lake he looked.
My little one then pointed towards the the ride,
upon which both young fellows rode with pride.
Smart for their age, the young fellows,
made the trio run from corner to side.
After all the play, the kids were hungry
— the mother’s realised.
The sight of burgers was a perfect delight.
French Fries and Pepsi, is what the kids relished.
No way in Mac D can hunger perish.
After satisfying the stomach, it was time to move
For Mr Mudgil had plans a more.
A train to Jammu to visit the shrine.
Pleasantries exchanged , the evening was fine.
Promises made, the next venue fixed.
Bye -Bye exchanged between both boys,
Mr Mudgil drove away , amidst the maddening noise.
