The Love Song
Let's go, sit by
the bank of river
Breathing in the
fragrance of nature
Wordlessly,
Our hands entwined,
wonderfully,
Our flushed cheeks
absorb the heat
of our stolen glances,
as we listen to
the love song
nature sings...
The Last Time We
Met
Crisp autumn morning
The silvery sunshine,
filtering through the golden leaves
touch my hands
making patterns
As I move my finger
And write your
name on my palm.
Gentle breeze caress
my cheek
I close my eyes,
And for a moment
I feel that soft
touch of your lips
When you kissed
me
The last time we met.
(Tarang Sinha is a bilingual writer published by Juggernaut Book, translator published by Westland Books, book reviewer and a self-taught artist. Her writings have been published in magazines like Good Housekeeping India, Child India, Woman’s Era and New Woman)
