No Poem by Aranthabailu Ummar

I got the smell of you
And began to walk to reach you
By foot to foot a walk away for kilometers
Crossing all, a motivation, sudden call of you

Along the path no feel of tieredness
No swet no want of rest
Murmered myself the mode of love
Which you will feed in excellent joy

No misery at your lap
No lacking at your vessel
How light and dark will mixed up
My heart filled with grape of heaven

How I crossed the river
No shiver, swam easy as crane does do
wooing me many hue wings
streahed all hope below this wrap

Silent of bright night
Kept closed to secrete
When I stood before your noble
Mocking laugh at exposing your period