Don’t Tell Them
August 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik
Don’t Tell Them
It was in April they met
when rain washed away
their loneliness
hand in hand they walk
in meadows sprouting
soft blades of grass,
young and lush
their love, tender as buds germinating
from dormant seed, throbbing
with promises they swear to keep
unaware yet of summer’s heat
or autumn’s last blaze,
no icicles to freeze
the flow in their veins
so it should be, better not tell them
what awaits.
© Neetu Malik
Featured Books
COME MIDNIGHT
A routine flight turns into a suspenseful race through the remote jungles of Honduras
More info →
