Friday, 22 August 2014

She told me something untold
With her speaking eyes and smiling lips
Tongue never moved and utter a voice
I felt an unheard rejoice
Flunked by sense of capture
Dismantled with awe of prate
Snooze in the air so fair
Meet in bosom a gold nugget
Shivering hands and shrinking lips
I felt petals of rosy cheeks
Smell of breathe and tune of heart
We come within defying the firth
Thus we feel and talk nothing
Is this to love something?
Anil Kumar Sharma 23/08/2014

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