Wedded Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And I would kiss her
In the morn when the
First light of the sun
Touches the floor,
Of the room through
The window and the
Music of the wind as
It blows through the
Foliage makes our
Hearst skyward soar.

And I would kiss her
As she wakes up and
Sits in the bed and yawns
And gives me a smile,
And a bird drops by
To stare at us and chirps
At our shamelessness
And flies away shaking
Its tiny head for while.