The moon glinted from beneath the waters,

Throwing over us jingling light;

The infant looked on;

We held hands;

He shot out;

We kissed.


The new moon stitched up his eyelids;

The river raged like the horse,

You made straight for it;

I reached out,

You dived,

I missed.


The wind blew the waters far away;

I gleaned from the traveller;

You swam along, ahead;

I broke down;

You lived,

I lived.


Tanmay Sinha