Hands of clock’s tick ran faster than his time
We stole moments
And the drizzle made our heartbeats race
A current wave ran into my veins
When your fingers crawled into mine
I rushed home that noon,
To be portraying him in the little memoir.
At night the fishermen lullabies…
‘He holds her hand,
Both sat by the Ghats of Siang
Sound of the river like a melody
The air carried their fragrance till far
The boy loved the girl all his life.’