• Nandini Sengupta

Sandy tales (Part 1)

Updated: Apr 1


Our story spans thousands of years

for aeons we have loved,

Your footprints lead to the

threshold of my abode.

As the dusty dunes sweep

beneath my feet,

I can sense you're coming Home.

The melody of your flute

spiraling through the storm,

finds its end into my ears.

The movement of your fingers

along the bamboo reed

as you endeavor to run them

lest they emit a wrong note.

I long to sit beside you

along the doorstep,

lost in the waves of the

soulful music, wafting

through the golden sands,

of the enchanting desert.

The wait is all I have

This disquiet I must bear,

For I know in my heart

You are forever there.


*A village maiden in a faraway desert land waits for her lover. She knows he would arrive soon. It's only a matter of time they would soon be together.


(The second part of this poem will narrate the side of her lover.)


By Nandini Sengupta

@metaphors_of _life




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