Disorder Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I feel the pulsating love of yours
In the garden of my dream
Like a bee busy in sucking honey
In your love restless I do seem

You go on hating me as if I am
A leper by the side of a road
With eyes blazing with fire your
Heart seems to be in angry mode

I have tried many a times to seduce
You with gift of varied flowers
Stolen from gardens of neighbors
In night's superstitious hours

Your heart is made of stone picked
From the mid of a rubble
My wish to get you as the dear lover
Vanished like a bubble