I pluck a flower
To put it in your hair
When you wait
For me on the stair
We walk down
Hand in hand to the streets
Our hearts for
Each other always beats
We did not return
Till it was time of gloaming
In the world of desire
We preferred roaming
@ Anil Kumar Panda 28/12/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem