Oh Dear one!
What have you touched my heart?
A kind plosive with your rosy hand.
It is not a dream.
But you were appeared before me.
Your fragrance is still dessiminate here.
Really,Let come and see.
With your Soul or with your body.
Or You call me slowly with your voice.
I shall gallop along your voice.
Shall you call me?
Please,I am waiting.
©® Abhishek Parashar “Aanand”