Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Evening in Tagore Park, May 2013: A Nonnet

She placed her chair so gently on the
ground, so that it doesn't make the
slightest of sound, for he read
his poem, in that voice she
loved, that moment the
sky was dim, the
light in her
eye was
him.

4 comments:

Giti Chandra said...

so gorgeous.

Chandni said...

Simple yet beautiful : ) Both the words and the structure.

Anonymous said...

whimsical :P

rohan said...

stupendous. big fan .