The Visit Poem by Bharat Mehru

Boy arranges a
a bike from somewhere
for a little while
to pay the first visit
in solitude to his love
thus the visit
takes place -in twilight
it is all alone
up to far distances
the bike stops at a right place
hugs-lip-lock
fingers rolling
sighs -magic touch
lightening passes through the bodies
suddenly-
manifestation of some human figures
yeah, people coming this way
and the lovers of a conservative land
move onward and
at a right place again they stop
touch-embrace-caress
sliding palms-deep breathing
then sounds occur at a distance
people coming
again the lovers move on
now many people are coming up
solitude of the lane is broken
now it's time to return
bid goodbye to each other
the girl is dropped at a spot
both are at their own ways
the boy is regretting
with a slime under his belly
that-' he missed a great chance
what if people hadn't came'
But the girl with tears -admires
'what a deep ocean of love was that
whose single dropp is
enough to quench all the thirst...! '