Witness - Poem by banamala sen
Not sure when I started loving you.
Was it when we got up at dawn
to pick white Siuli flowers already on the ground?
And competed who picked more!
Was it when we shared books, and you read devotedly to
one captive listener?
And you adored the bookworm girl, and she thought, that was the best present ever!
Was it when we all were racing with our playful friends
and I fell, and on the verge of crying?
You stopped and wiped my tears!
It certainly was on an enchanting evening when we were sauntering back
from a musical, and in the dark gazed at the stars together.
We were too young to give a name to the feelings,
But the wide sky witnessed, the swaying trees witnessed,
the blinking stars witnessed us
Falling in love.
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