My Only Wish Poem by Gopal Krishna Tripathi

No matter how many births i take
this is the only wish i make

when the sun from far land wakes
and the rays enters dimly though drapes
your hair falling all over my face
this is the only wish i make

Noon follows us sitting in park, your head on my head
eating from your hand sweet little grapes
That still stands sour with what your finges taste
this is the only wish i make

evening goes dancing, with billie on the tape
your hand in mine and chest press against
drops of rain that falls and says
this is the only wish i make

when in night keeping you awake
fragrance of candles and You lying in my lap
Reading you keats wordswoth and blake
this is the only wish i make.