No one finds us here; here we are together,
On a white marble in the bosom of naked night
You brood over my soul worn in blue dress
At the shore of a river beneath a moonlit hillside
Where the moonlight sleeps on the bed of water.
Where the shivering hands of breeze embracing
And caressing our tender breast corsage.
Being scared of certain peeping eyes far away
They are the Godesses of night or the Sweet hearts of Moon,
Their eyes nictitating so coyly looking at the cupid moon
While my lover covered her eyes with her pellucid palm
When I kissed her pinkish nail beds.
Like a soft hair I diffused over her fringes.
I nuzzled my nose all over her nude ridges.
Here we're together, we're together
Who can hear the song of our souls here?
Oh I cannot write anymore here that I'm so sleepy,
Clenching my pen between my right thumb and index-finger.
When I write her name here in a white paper
Over my name, over my name at midnight
Sitting on the shore of a river in a moonlight night.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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