The Bliss
I looked at him,
he was just aloof,
though with love deep and strong,
that did not need proof,
he smiled feebly at me,
but I gathered,
all the feelings that had flowered,
they were bursting at seams,
as I could catch sharp beams,
of strong loving dreams,
we were matched,
and it was full blown,
and not just hatched,
we needed just a little,
time to be skittled,
in isolation and place,
in an embrace,
that lasted days,
wherein sometimes we laid,
in kiss,
that was nothing short of bliss.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2008
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