Waiting For Meeting Her Poem by Pijush Biswas

I leant against their front-gate
In weather calm and quiet
To meet my following mate
With roses, red and white.
At least thirty minutes I stood there
And her absence urged me to bear
The passing time and to meet my dear.

Flowery her garden whereby I stood
And the chord of several bees
Made sing my heart and mood.
I enjoyed every minutes to the lees.
It seemed I was in the Eden
Where every heart beats is thoroughly beaten.

I enjoyed the full moon, over head
Overlaying moon beams all around
Every steps I trod with a lighter tread
With a face, leaving no sound.
'How much time will you lose? '
As if, asked me the moon, the boss.

And I dare to smite upon the door
'Who is there? ' said she loudly
My heart beats began to be fast and more
And saw I her shaken lips with melody.
Came she near and nearer to me
And somehow we lost ourselves in glee.