Peeling of the Fruit

Restricted in the edge, among

Those thousands stories, a

Maiden’s story waited to be twisted.

“Here or there? Oh! That”, yet a

Nakedness rested in to be drifted.

She shrugged at the thought,

Smiled to another layer.

Sensing soon a hand and

A voice near her ear.

“LOOK. The birds flying from

One tree to another branch.

To the corner, to that house.

You have wings too,

Lift your feet, for that rouse.”

He moved a bit ahead her,

In his prints she stepped.

Air, the breeze, the trees grew warmly

Shedding behind thick sheets

Of her loved fruit calmly.


About Author /

Sheveta Singh belongs to Jammu and has done her schooling from Jesus and Mary, Shimla. She has completed her Master’s in English and History, and is currently teaching in Army Public School, Jammu. Besides teaching, she is inclined towards reading, writing and painting. You can write to her at


  • Sonam Sharma
    3 years ago Reply

    Beautiful work 😊😊keep it up👍👍👍

    • Sheveta Singh
      3 years ago Reply

      Thank you

  • Tanya Panta
    3 years ago Reply

    ‘A maiden’s story waited to be twisted.’

    Really liked this.
    Keep writing!

  • Sheveta Singh
    3 years ago Reply

    Thank you so much..

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