While my heart throbs in the
Misty mornings of winter
Thy soul snuggles for some warmth in my words
I paint the sky saffron embracing thou
presence
Years ago
beside you under the mulberry tree
you had asked
while scribbling
my name on dust of a storm
will thy be mine
I had nodded
carving thou inside deep notches
Births later
We sit and dream
Away from one another by seven seas
will there be a common sky
a single roof where
you would be the ink and I, the quill .
©soumya v
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