Bond Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

In the evening
When shadows become dark and long
When silence
Across dales begins to gather strong

Sound of silver
And gold comes floating from the bush
Around which
Flowers swing in wind thick and lush

You come out
Laughing with friends to play in the garden
Hiding your face behind
Leaves from the ogling eyes of young men

You have begun
To feel warmth of love in your tender heart
Color of sixteenth
Summer is leaving its mark in you too fast

A song of love from
The woods makes you feel tense and shy
In this evening
You need a tender touch no one can deny

As night gathers thick
Over plains, hills, meadows and stream
You go back home
To lay down and wait for him in your dream

@ Anil Kumar Panda