Rings Of Love Poem by Ritu Shah

She bought two rings from the fete
when she was nine and he was just ten
One had Krishna’s image, other had Radha engraved
she thought themselves to be in the same way engaged.

She moved aside
the lovely fruit basket
and picked up the strawberry,
he had dropped down
As her tongue tasted
the first dropp of juice,
Her lips smiled like
a flower wet in dew.

Her friends pulled her to the swing
But she secretly rushed to the library wing
Hurriedly issued the book
he had just returned
before gets lost from it,
the touch of his fingers.

When everyone walked out of the night camp
She went up alone and sat next to where he had sat
In the witnessing half moon
and the rising sun
She held her hand close to the heart
and married her love forever…