It was cold
and tenuous evening
Moonlit
scattered in the whole misty sky
While clouds
gobbled up the warm sun,
Two voices
standing on the sea-shore
Surrounded
by mute silences
Brushing away
the moments of feeble sadness
Restoring
the beauty of life,
Reviving the
delicate trust
So what if
there are few mishappenings
Who told
them life would be a cradle of sunshine?
Waves of
hope tangled in their heart
No more
tears No more sighs
Couple of
lips with radiant smiles.
- Ankita Chauhan
