When you kissed my hand
I thought you made a promise
Come what may, we to
Each other would never miss
I could not forget the day
When you stood by window
Waiting for me to wave at you
Till light vanished in the meadow
A wink from your eyes
What I wanted to make my day
I could hear your heart when
‘I love you” you wanted to say
The bud you had thrown
At me when no one was there
I gave it thousand kisses as
I waited for you in morning hour
The leaf with mark of your lips
Is still lying fresh between the pages
Of the book where our names
Were encrypted around the hedges
The birds waited with wet eyes
On the branches of the tree
Under the shade of which we met
And sang and kissed for them to see
Can we go to that time?
Can our love be that deep and fresh?
The sanctity of love is lost in wealth
We are entangled in an unresolved mesh
Such a gorgeous imagery, your poem is a beautiful painting, it touched my heart, giving it a happy motion of dancing smiles, thank you!
A wonderful poem of romance! Don't languish over those days gone! Such experiences can be re enacted, though not with that much of freshness and intensity! !
We still can leave some space for romance even in matured life. A wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What I see in your poetry is very good English, clear diction and fine themes. What more to expect from a poet. Neat work Sir!