Fresh Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The gentle wind has come
In the cool morn to knock on my door
Bringing with it scent of
Your hair hangs long to touch the floor

A bird tweeted shaking
Its plumes perched on the window sill
In praise of a sweet song
That comes from her like a dancing rill

The nodding frond gives
New leaves bearing fragrance of spring
Buds drop their heads as
To your body you give a gentle swing

I wake up to the sound
Of silver and gold and rustle of dress
As on the other side of the door
You wait for our meeting to take place

I unfastened the latch
To meet my love with a charming smile
As I take her in my arms
The sound of her giggles runs for a mile

@ Anil Kumar Panda 07/01/2016