Author Parveen Shakir How long did we sit engrossed in talk under the flowering jacaranda tree? I don't know. I only know, the moon crept out from behind the tree and placed its fingers across our eyes. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments