In a corridor I chance upon an angelic face

It never crosses my mind

that in her simplicity

she could be an authority

She smiles sweetly and sincerely

Her  sincerity  radiates in her innocent face

Though  her face is marred by time a bit

Her beauty inside and out overwhelms her  age

As days pass by, I  come to know her more

She becomes my boss

I must admit; I envy her looks and her wits

I may not be her favorite; yet I feel her warmth

One time, I get surprised – the very first time

She speaks to me and asks, “How are you?”

“I’m done with my post graduate,” I  remark.

She smiles at me and says, “Congratulations!

I’m happy for you.”

Her words of appreciation reverberate

Like a peal of thunder echoing

Seemingly announcing

 to the whole world my success

as if she’s my Mom,

feeling the achievement of her daughter.

That very brief encounter reminds me

I too must be generous not materially may be

But on things beyond our eyes can see

Simple words of appreciation is apt can be

With this reflection, I pledge with utmost sincerity

I too must be vocal, saying words of  love

To cause people to smile and see life’s brighter side.