A moon beam rides across my window
To fall straight ahead on the curve of the road
Night sings a lullaby and my feet skirt through thin air
The name written on my lips echoes through these plains
A story emerges out of my heart to claim fingers once again
This quiet rain tonight paints my very own moon bow…
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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.