Months and months ago,
I landed on a strange land, alone.
Finding my way in the cooperate world
to meet strange faces abound.
The one among many who sparkled;
this lovely lady, not native to the mighty land.
In her lovely Japanese accent,
she welcomed me in an embrace so tight.
Brief introductions, we shared with genuine smiles
“I am American but from Japan”, “I am from Maldives”
A bit of history we shared, with a bit of geography
Maldives I proudly displayed, with some photography.
She, like a Japanese doll, so petite;
greying hair in a neat little bun, very distinct.
Dressed in western clothes, yet like a kimono;
ankle shoes with pointed tip, the image of supremo.
A day or two spent in mutual approbation,
followed by days of genuine and open admiration.
A laughing doll she definitely was;
a happy smile that reached her sparkling eyes.
Time to depart came too quickly
with a tear we embraced tightly.
The words that flowed just too kindly;
the lovely lady from Japan thinking of me saintly.
“You wait and see, you will do great;
to lead the nation, you will be right”
My face flushed, I say “You are just too kind;
to be stopped: “mark my words my child!”
The world of me she thought,
calling me smart, kind, intelligent, whatnot!
The lady from Japan, shared with me her wisdom;
wisdom from six long decades through so much gloom.
An inspiration she has been;
so elderly, yet fit as a fiddle, pure as a new-born.
The image I treasure, for all times:
the smile so genuine, reaching her slanted eyes.
A bundle of positivism…