Feel Poem by Pitta Sudarshan Dev

A mosquito bit me and said something
but it doesn’t know that I am waiting for that sweet nothing

A warm hello’s and sweet good nights whimsical at this hour of life
but they are of sure a romantic melody at this time of elegy and strife

I am not a April fool simple and the guy carefree to say all is cool
a warm thought on a cold mind; a revival from the deadly pool

A feeling fresh; a breeze fresh on dying soul; strange sonnet being sung anew
lots of smiles pushing ahead through many miles; energies full for this life anew