Never could pen a verse of love
It’s wasn’t so that lovers were scarce
Nor I was coy or ever blind,
A gentle breeze did touch my cheek once
Wondered which direction it came from
North, South, East or the West
But before the blink of eye it was gone
The beloved had traveled far to the
Exotic lands, for he was a pilgrim
he had to return, the rendezvous was
short, it was over before it began
I could never pen a verse of love.
Tanya Shukla