published: (updated: ) by Harshvardhan J. Pandit
By chance, I met this girl last night,
Had conversations that felt just right.
We talked, we laughed, we smiled.
We told stories until the other cried.
Walking together with feelings unconfined,
Unaware, when our hands were entwined.
The clouds hid the beauty of the full moon,
She turned at the door, my heart sang a tune.
So she said after our warm little hug,
Why don’t you put your feet on my rug…