Your Wish Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The way you hold me
I think I get the touch of a flower
The fragrance you release
As if it is freshly plucked from a bower

The way you sprinkle
Your love upon my repented soul
I feel as if in heaven
In my dry life you are my goal

The way you slip out
From my fingers feeling a little shy
I want to pull you to me
And ask for a kiss that you can't deny

The way you run away
When I put a flower in your tress
I wish you to return and fall into
My arms smiling and covering your face

The way you nod before
You run away to stand at the door
You seem to be in love
And ready to live with me I am sure


@ Anil Kumar Panda 15/12/2015