I love you like  fresh morning breeze
Like gentle dew in the blooming bud
I intrude in  all the petals open
Suck the nectar like a hummingbird
Flowers and thorns of gloomy life
Enlighten me to proceed infinite
Where I suffer in nascent void
In this pathless tramps of vices
In the heap of desire and wishes
I love thee like arising sun of dawn
I hide you in the moon light night
In utter silence of dead night
I hear your speaking eyes
Curl of hair cheeks so fair
Pearls inside rosy lips
I blow in your nose respire
What is this cold fire?

Anil Kumar Sharma
19/06/2015