In Silence

Our eyes met,
You held my hand
And gently
Tenderly
Pushed away a strand
From my forehead.

I blushed
And felt the blood rush
To my cheeks.
I couldn’t speak,
Slowly
You
Pulled me to your chest
And we embraced.

I could feel my heartbeat race.
Your silence
Was eloquent.
I felt
The high tide
Come riding at the beach,

We were completely drenched,
Couldn’t care less.
The sand shifted
From under our feet.
As the tide receded
It left some sea shells,
We later picked.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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