A Promise Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I will meet you
When water in the river
Will come down
And boats will be
Anchored at the edge as
Sands turn brown

That times a cool
Wind will be playing pranks
With your hair
Fragrance of jasmine
Comes floating from gardens
To take your care

I will meet you
When woods would sing a
Silent lullaby
From bondage of
Lonely youth your mind will
Be set free

There will be love
In the air and its essence
Will grip your heart
I will meet you
To take the solemn vow
Not again to depart