Love Fever Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Is it love?

Eyes get stretched for him in the crowd
Like to draw his mind by calling friends aloud
Scouring his face in the pages of books
His absence makes tears run like brooks

Feet get dragged to window listening his voice
Mind gets confused losing appetite and choice
In the middle of the nights lights are turned on
With the family and friends heart feels forlorn

Is it love?

The heart pounds hard to see his innocent smile
His warm breathings can be felt from a mile
Chin rests on the palm in a thoughtful mood
The body swells to gift him the raw womanhood

Fingers suppose to play with the hairs of his chest
Wishing to be kissed and hear ‘you are the best’
Hands are raised and fingers dance in the air
To draw towards this tender heart his roving stare

Is it love?

The sun seems sloth, the minutes move slow
He is nowhere to be seen and the face losses its glow
Blackboard seem blank, classes look empty
The mind suffers as if walking a deserted city

To his love can my heart ever play the host?
Thoughts begin to wobble, doubts begin to float
The dreams are the same-love and its rise and fall
Turning sides in the bed has become the only ritual

Is it love?