A Small Love Story Poem by Rajita Kurup

Far away I see a hill,
Always smiling standing still
A friend of his is flowing through,
Glancing at him; not talking though

Hill has a query in its will,
Thought it is better to keep some chill
With the fall of night when her waters shined
She turned yellow, under the moonlit light

Thy be mine, said the hill
The river blushed and gazed at the hill
Her waters shimmered as the starry night grew
When the music of her flows echoed the blue

She embraced the hill stepping forward
Holding her tight; the hill then whispered
My mate of night still I wait
For you to be mine, still I wait

Holding hands said the river
I am yours forever and ever
It is for you that I am still rife
I am your mate for all this life...