Measure Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Dripping dews
Fall on my palm
As in cool wind I
Softly hum your name

And you from the
Well silently watch
From corner of eyes
Where you go to fetch

Water in the morn
With many friends
Balancing on waist
Pots with your hands

And till I do not
Go back to my room
And flower of love
In you does not bloom

As a statue of marble
You remain there
And birds wake you
Up pecking your hair

Copyright @ Tiku 16/10/2015