The whirring of the scooter, the sound of the brakes,
I knew my Uncle would now take us on a round to the lakes
With a “Sweethearts! ” from the outside, he would call out to Aunt
Ne’er would she fail him to be there in a jiffy.
Nothing less than a hero, Uncle really looked charming
Aunt with her beautiful hair and eyes, was no less a lady in waiting
With a loud laugh and twinkling eyes, he used to rule the house
None could beat him in photography, and his expressions for his spouse
A great dramatist , he used to encourage all our efforts
Aunt on her part, used to fill the table with desserts
Rotis stacked in a pile, for all of us to binge on unlimited
Hand toasted potato sandwiches doled out as we waited
Cricket in the gully as Uncle used to walk in from office
And he used to ensure we washed our hands and legs without a miss
I remember the huge stereo which doled out the best numbers
I was always one of their very important family members
Today they are into their fiftieth year of marriage
Of so many “Sweethearts” from Uncle it is a great memory carriage
For me, Aunt and Uncle are my second parents
As I wish them today, my tears well up remembering all these events.
People come and people go, but Aunt and Uncle are one of a kind
With Aunt giving me reason to laugh with all her news as we unwind
Aunt the tech savvy genius of the family and Uncle the support
I only wish both of them A happy wedding day, they are the best no doubt.