When the moon rises in the horizon
Spreading a golden reddish hue
The sea shimmering in the reflection
And the breeze on a fragrant cruise
When the leaves speak in hushed whispers
And the stars play hide and seek
My hands reach out and find yours
As we stand beside the creek
For the hands can communicate
When silence sits pretty on the lips
Each finger laden with feelings
Of sheer longing and bliss

Subir Chakraborty
19th March 2025