Tangled in the web
Of letters
She found herself
Carving a sculpture
Just like his fingers
Moved around
The clay, wet and unshaped,
She found his
Tender touch
Sculpting her dreams,
Together their hands moved
Slowly and rhythmically
Where she saw the words
Artistically shaping together
To match the perfection
That smiled at her letters
In the form of his clayey words,
Hand-in-hand, connected
Through souls
They created a world
That their love owned.
– VRINDA MISHRA
