Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

If he

"...Don't ever let me go..."

If he

If he holds my finger
I can walk down the world,
barefoot!

Let's go somewhere
Happiness, misery are same where
Where we can be insane
Freedom and bondage appear to be the same!

No dusk, no dawn
Only you and me
Making love in clouds
Making the universe pause
And stare at us for a while

Don't ever let me go
I repeat though, don't ever let me go
The eyes deepening me
Arms encircling me
Mind at rest, sprouted hair on chest
Is the only house I have
Hold me tight, whenever I fight
And don't you ever let me go…







Article © Saumya Thakur. All rights reserved.
Published in the May 15, 2023 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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