Akshaya Samanta (West Bengal, India)

I always think an woman
Who showed her inner field
Planted various seeds of my dreams,
Then the moon was like a silent piano.

I couldn't trust anyone, she knew.

My dreams grew like trees
Aspirations like flowers
The fruits full of love scattered everywhere
And once a time came
When I sang with the moon silently.

But a night came
She went far far away from me
Not for a day but for days...
When I started to trust her

And

Still I trust her...