Loving Me Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Looking at the fresh rose blooming
I think you have not forgotten to love me;

You have a feeling in your heart
That makes the flowers bloom and
Shed their essences:

Feeling the free wind twisting over
The conical shaped tree tops I think
You still have a choice of loving me,

Your thought meanders like a runnel
And rests close to my face;

The earth sings a song for your kindness-
And the dawn breaks to show you the path
To my heart.