Tiku akp

Being Kissed - Poem by Tiku akp

I remember the time
You happened to be
In my arms and kissed
Feeling shy; ran away like
A whiff of wind into
The garden to lend
Fragrance of your hair
To the coloured petals
Opening up to receive
Your fine glances and
Set their forms into
Your lips that have
Kissed me for last time;
I have been standing
Hiding among bushes
For the petals to open up
Since ages and you run
Down with open hair
To shed the fragrance;
The garden is gone,
Robbed by the jealous sun.

Comments about Being Kissed by Tiku akp

  • Gold Star - 18,814 Points Mr. Agape (3/11/2014 10:26:00 AM)

    Very nice! ! !
    Chase her to the ends of the Earth! !

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  • Rookie - 120 Points Susy Evelyne (2/14/2014 2:18:00 AM)

    Beautifully delicate and poignant. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014

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