Craving Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

I step into her footprints,
Try to touch her shadow,
Listen only to her breath,
Notice her easy gait,
Observe the rhythm of her steps;
She is my world moving ahead.

She is a new moon
Promising to grow into a full moon.
She is a soft shoot
Wishing to bloom to a green tree.
A little bud she is
Growing to be a flower lovely!

Crawling like a doll
In between the rocks;
Sitting like a mermaid
Near the bubbling stream,
She fills me with joy immense
Giving the life its essence.

To hear her sweet voice,
To admire the imprints of innocence,
I like to wait for hours
Just to feel my presence.

I do not mind to become a Mayfair
Whose life would begin at her sight,
Happiness will be mine if she is there
Mundane, otherwise, shall be the whole matter.