Siesta Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Siesta
I often get lost in me,
Cremate myself underneath
Thick bed sheet where you
Leave trace of your blood knowingly;
I get burnt in fire of
Your body as you rub your
Face against my chest to
Clean powder of a raw innocence;
You turn sides slowly
Dragging away my dream
With waves of your dark hair
And I miss you with you nearer me.
This is crisp, and precise. I enjoy reading this, and truly love this portion: You turn sides slowly dragging away my dream with waves of your dark hair!
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4/19/2024 6:33:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The sense felt while still she is near me.A realistic description of the nature of mind.