Poems by
Archana Singhania


a poem by Archana Singhania

I can smell you in the morning breeze,
Your voice is there among the birds on the trees.
Your freshness I feel in the morning dew,
My memories of you are never too few.

The warm sunlight reminds me of your touch,
That I may forget you cannot happen as such.
I feel your presence in everything under the sun,
Even though they say you’re dead,
That you’ll never return.