Two lovers
brushing
against each other,
whispering secrets
as the wind blows;
sprawled in each other's arms,
fingers interlaced,
one laying
on the other's chest
watching the sun rise and set,
and then rise
again
day after day,
for years and years.
Growing, in each other's shadow
yet
lighting up
their world.
Two lovers
some distance apart,
we think,
but
their roots are always entwined.
-Shreya Jathavedan
B.A (Hons.) Psychology
(Edited by Debaruna and Pallavi)
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