When Camps Will Be There.. Poem by Tarun Sharma

When camps will be there
I will find my divine friend
and people will come closer
I will also hold her hand

The puff coming out of tea kettle
will make fresh patterns
I will gonna win the battle
to make you mine oh saturn

gossips, sports, tracking
and parties long night
trees, sky, twilight
and cool breeze whole night

when champs will be there
to sing there wits
I will open my heart and shear
my all feelins

when beautiful girls will be there
to take the day with their long hair
How I will feel them when you are not there
to hold my hand in desparate care

and the moment we bath together
in the chill spring
when I will hug you in shiver
and both of us will get plunge

the scene when you hold
a cup of coffee
and I will lit the fire to sway out cold
to take care of thee

no longer now there left
these camps
when hearts used to get theft
in these camps

I hope
these camps will cherish again and smear
I hope
we will meet when camps will be there