Unforgettable Girl Poem by Santosh Bhaisaniya

How often I think of her,
we used to sit often there.
there at the first bench in room no four,
in silence, we used to watch without getting bore.
there was always an attic of complain,
She would never forget to tell her pain.
I just listened her musing everyday,
the very complain, the very way no holiday.

The dreams of her, the dreams of mine;
the touch of her hand, was the feeling of divine.
on the face of her, was the silent aggression;
she never knew that it was her absolute possession.
what was her presence, in my monotonous life;
She was a singing bird, in my life of strife.
it was our genuine relation, how could I exhibit;
She was my promise, I was her deep secret.
Santosh Bhaisaniya