Wednesday, August 22, 2012


For her eyelashes hold her love
Tender, sacred, concealed.
For her smile too won't ever show
her desires, her insecurities.
For each time she did blink
she sent a part of her his way.
For each time she did blanket laughs with a shy smile
He was there with her, he being the reason why.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry


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