Hand In Glove

By Jayati Ghose

She was trying it on,

Like a glove.

It was all new,

This feeling of two.

All her life, she had walked,

A singular structure, a rock.

Never fancied she would feel,

So enamored by this deal.

High and low,

The hearts go beating.

Till each finger,

To the glove conceding.

Warm and snug,

What a great fit.

Hand in glove,

It’s a hit!

By Jayati Ghose