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, Woman바카라™s Era and New Woman)
