Poems: Songs Of Love And The Crispness Of Autumn?

Let's go, sit by
?the bank of river

Breathing in the
?fragrance of nature

Wordlessly,

Our hands entwined,
?wonderfully,

Our flushed cheeks

absorb the heat
?of our stolen glances,

as we listen to
?the love song

nature sings...

The Last Time We
?Met

Crisp autumn morning

The silvery sunshine,
?filtering through the golden leaves

touch my hands

making patterns

As I move my finger

And write your
?name on my palm.

Gentle breeze caress
?my cheek

I close my eyes,

And for a moment

I feel that soft
?touch of your lips

When you kissed
?me

The last time we met.

(Tarang Sinha is a bilingual writer published by Juggernaut Book, translator published by Westland Books,?book reviewer and a self-taught artist. Her?writings have been published in magazines like Good Housekeeping India, Child India, Woman’s Era and New Woman)