Behind the gradient of the mountains

is a memory of you and me.

Of a similar cold and a forgotten warmth,

Of a river quietly growing in front of our eyes

as we watch it from a similar balcony.

Like we watch the children grow now.

But this side of the mountains is a lush green.

It will be greener tomorrow when it rains.

Until then, your feet will still warm mine,

and that’s all that matters.


Saee Koranne-Khandekar

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