Snow and childhood recovered in Aarhus

The three male MBA students,

Fresh-faced, shy,

After clearing the tough

Accounts exam together,

Felt so elated and de-stressed,

That they danced spontaneously,

As a small rock band on the icy stage,

And played in the

Aarhus snow, lit-up by

A smiling sun,

On a tranquil afternoon,

Almost unwatched,

The three would-be managers,

Letting their guard down and

Sending snow balls gleefully

At each other as harmless missiles:

A Chinese,

An Indian,

And a Dane,

Their laughter, identically same,

Despite the skin difference,

The dulcet sounds,

Echoing and amplified,

In the silent nearby courtyards;

The three adults, otherwise

Working very hard,

Forgetting even the Time,

At that precise moment of

Great abandon and merriment,

Away from international campus,

And demanding text-books,

Re-claiming collectively

Through such a simple but

Universal gesture

Of throwing snow at the other,

 A precious

Childhood,

Always buried in books,

And most important,

They re-discovering a common

Bond and Humanity,

In that playful activity

Staged impromptu,

On that white, tempting

Expanse.