Friday, June 28, 2013

When It Rained

His hand reaches out
To feel that drop of water
Yet his fingers are thwarted

By a veil of glass
Outside which
That drop glides like

A memory of her

She, his gift from heaven,
Always within reach,
Never to be claimed


Priyanca Vaishnav said...

tch - apart from erasing the comment above, please present your hand to be kissed! lovely

Parth said...

@Priyanka: Done, and done :)