That Evening
To love,
I want your hands in my hands,
Till the end of the river edge.
I want to hide in your eyes,
Till my eyes dry.
Want to talk with you ,
In the silence of love.
See you with your smile,
Where your every word is right then also if it's a lie.
Every evening seeing a sunset,
Sitting on one bench.
Make you happy if you're upset,
Where trees shaking branches.—
And flowers falling from it,
That evening would be the last few minutes.
I would be waiting again and again,
To gain that evening only with you.
Copyright © Meetkumar Tailor | Year Posted 2020
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