Of
the night unknown …
Below the leaves that spread so wide I gazed at the moon light ...
speaking of the past,
speaking of the present...
like two children we
sat reading poems ... one aghast one fervent ...
Shadows crept behind
us... but we cared not ... me for one still looked up into the sky ...
knowing not an answer
...
Like kids we laughed
like kids we wept…
Like kids we hope to
grow up one day...
to a better day a
better night
when the musings of
the heart turn into sweet music...
Parinitha Konanur
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