Waiting For My Sun Poem by Namita Rani Panda

The bud opens up her soft glossy petals to the sun
When the sunshine caress her with divine love in the morn

I too wait for my sun,
For a bright morn
When he will peel me off my inhibition
And I will be revealed with boundless affection
To be drenched with his loving glance
Being mad with my exciting fragrance
He'll smear me with his moist raw passions
And I, losing my existence
Will mingle with his essence

I do wait for my sun.