Saturday, 22 March 2014

The unnoticed travel


























She spoke to me but not with words.
She saw me but not with glance.
We were not there to the crowd.
We were aware in a trance.

I spoke to her without a nod.
I stared at her, keeping a distance.
An iota of doubt, no one had.
So subtle, our love is not a disturbance.

Hand in glove
is our love.
It embarrasses
none of us.
20.04.2001

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