• akankshashrikant 5w

    I sit under the moon
    And listen to the leaves whisper
    sweet nothings into the wind's ear.
    The memory of my beloved
    Reading me a poem
    And kissing me mellow
    Comes back to me like an echo
    I don't want to hear.
    I stare at the stars
    They twinkle back.
    "I think they are winking at us,"
    Your sweet voice still lingers,
    In the dense trees
    In the abandoned park
    And in my heart
    "Come back," I silently cry
    So do all the pictures


    ©akankshashrikant