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We sat by the lake
A passing duck gave us a flirting nod
The pristine water
I could almost see the reflection
In the depth of his eyes!
The water lilies floated on the blue
Gentle morning breeze
softly stirred them
The wind caressed buds swelled in bloom
spreading their sweet fragrances.
I touched the sunrays
That streaked his hair
I blinked my eyes
And it was already afternoon
Ah! There is never enough time
For souls pulsating in love.
Weeping willows smiled
perhaps to a gurgling laughter
of a little girl
As she ran to her daddy
And I rested my head on his shoulder
And gazed at the orange sky on the water.
The old couple
perched on the white bench
Their story-laden hands
tucked in each other's
Perhaps romancing their chronicle.
We were...
as if a painter's nostalgia
Of a world that is speechless
quietened with happiness.
Image © Jayati Chowdhury |
