How Good It Feels Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

How good it feels to wake up
In the morn with golden ray streaming
Into your room and you feel its warmth;

How sweet is the nodding rose
Just above the window sill, as if
Calling you to come out and feel the air,

Blowing with smell of raw corns
From the fields and making the fronds swing;

How good it feels to yawn and watch
The old clock chiming early hours

And you hurry up to sit on the sands near
The winding brook and watch the cloud of
Her long hair as she washes it with her face down;

How refreshing it feels to be alive;
To feel her breathes touching your neck
And you feel like laughing aloud