past present and morrow
the love surge shall remain
for we are soulmates
past present and morrow
the love surge shall remain
for we are soulmates
spring quarantine
i smell the painted flowers
on my dress
your eyes reflect
whatever is in your heart
lips stay quiet
did you ever realise
that it very tough to be
a mother
whenÂ
you love both your children dearly
but
love one
a little bit more
he who loves you
will accept you with all your faults
do not let him leave
summer night’s storm
lovers wait hand in hand
for the Thunder-Moon
his words are poetry
as we chat into the night
the dawn awakens
love and hope
the need of the hour
this too shall pass
the crow made its nest
the chicks have now grown and flown
we are still in lockdown
the night was long
the moon a perfect crescent
and she missed him