In Chorus Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The night stands still
Cloyed with the whisper
Of two unripe souls
Body entwined as wild
Creepers hiding in sheet's
Wet and flimsy rolls

Breathes run thick, as
Thick as gush of breeze
From the shore
Moon is terrified at
The sound of your moans
And my untamed roar

The dawn is afraid to
Break the rhythm of union
And commit a sin
When Inside you we live
In a realm of ecstasy to where,
Before, we have never been