Yercaud!
Its time for a rhyme I think, two days went by in a blink. To Yercaud we went No, not in a tent But to a bungalow with flowers so pink. Seeta was our hostess so gracious, efficient, warm and vivacious. We chattered and laughed Bantered and argued With appetites so voracious!! Butterflies and birds was my quest, But Ashoka was numerologically-obsessed. Mom wanted to see a bison And Prerana insisted on being human! Padma aunty sat serenely While Vaishali giggled incessantly. Dally listened to all the prose Venkatesh, was ever-ready with a pose. Meenu was practical and tactical in dealing with all the views so radical! The jacarandas were in bloom Lavender oil spread its perfume. The hill bananas were such a treat Teneri honey a trifle bittersweet. A casual collection of all of this Made for a composition I'm glad I did not miss. See the magic of the sensei's hands As she brought together disparate strands. I speak not only of the flora artistically composed But also us opposites