Tryst With Love
My name is Neeshant Srivastava, a Mechanical Engineer by profession, I love writing be it short stories or poetry. My father late Arun B. Srivastava was a prolific writer himself and his works were published worldwide. His is the sole person who encouraged me to write as he saw some potential in it, if developed, to reach higher level of skill and self expression.
I have a deep interest in music be it those old Neil Diamond numbers or the country-folk songs of the late John Denver.
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Tryst With Love
Strong, unperturbed until the onslaught,
Make me a tiffany with honest sleeves,
Bake me in yellow sunshine,
With loving thumps and pickings in your enclave,
Trudged long years to see me grow,
You gave up on life we seldom know,
You christened the world with my name,
Even nook and cranny speaks your name,
Sometimes cried for distant footsteps,
Until I knew what your love was for.
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