Writing Our Names Poem by Sanjukta Nag

You said, 'Love seems to be
More lighter than the feather
Of a free winged sparrow,
That swirls across the landscape of sun
Painting our names on every pore
Of floating moistures in the wind.'

You said, 'Love feels so deeper
Like the long living roots
Of an African baobab tree,
That move hundred miles inside earth
Inscribing our names on every fragment
Of those soft pebbles in the soil.'

Though love always glitters
More brighter than astral lights
Don't say stardusts will write our names
On those nightly twinkling stars,
'Cause they're constant in staying apart
Which is the most excruciating thing for us.