Our Meeting Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Our Meeting
We met not in clouds,
Not in sea, or adjoining shore,
Neither in the melody of rain,
We met like two creatures of alien world,
You are an over achiever and I am a lazy traveller,
The interests were not common,
Nor our passion come between this relation,
Some strange over reactions,
Some exceptional predicaments,
Probably a string of attachments,
Probably a coir of endearment,
May be a sentiment linked for our betterment,
We met,
Never in crowd, never under the rising Sun,
Or in the star clad sky,
Moon never became our witness,
Yes! We meet in our dreams,
During night we weave phantom of thoughts,
That bustle us with stint of laughter.
Cheers us every moment with abundance pleasure.