In the strange season
That they called blue,
Where no bird’s flight was sought
And every tree bloomed
and colored the sky beyond the balcony,
Where in white veil draped,
With eyes on the decorated street,
Stood the princess dressed like summer,
With the list of longings she held to her heart,
Trembling kisses wrapped in her smile,
Longing moans masked in her breath,
She spent the evening in his thoughts
And tunes that led to the beloved’s path,
Where he grasped her by her long black hair
And he kissed her full mouth
As she gasped for breath, he whispered
‘Will you forget that my love’?

Reshma Ramesh

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