May 22, 2020
Updated: Jun 2, 2020
And I miss the soul you poured in me,
In the quiet of the world around us-
Two branches, entwined,
Extended from different timber;
Until one weakens, its hold loosening,
As the other held on tighter,
Until wind, angel of death,
Blows the soul yonder.
Photo: Atharva Kenkre