Next Summer 

By Nupur Kudapkar 

who knows where we will be 

when next summer knocks on our doors 

how much of our past then 

that is now only the present, we will have let go of

but when you grabbed my hand 

i knew i never wanted to let go 

our presents are aligned 

so when next summer knocks on our door 

i hope that we will not have let go of each other