Please Poem by swatee sripada

No please

I locked myself

In a room with no walls

No windows and no doors

don’t peep in

A glint of care in your eyes

Drags me out

As a flow of thoughts

And a river of fragrance

And a book of fragrance.

The dancing song on your lips

Silently stretches a hand

I am weak and feeble to deny

The golden chance



No please

The pull of unseen forces

Changing repulsion to charm

The smile on your lips has that power

I am helpless

I melt and flow

As a rainbow

I jump out and play

as a naughty breeze

And come out

as an ever dancing song of life