She woke up in the night and placed some lazy thoughts on
bed,
He kept thinking on her arrival, and she desired to
arrive in time,
It was a dream that she took as real when she woke up,
and
She did not bind him in promises; she felt how tenderly he received her.
She remained mute and cannot say, “O honey, you are
mine.”
He did not go away, but remained to take up all her
desires as own,
She was close to him, and wanted to spend time in
openness,
He was his partner, whom she wanted to know as her unconditional
choice.
He saved her from the grim portrait of love and liked her
as lover,
She felt new breathing in his arm-binding, the sentence she
liked to utter,
She failed to say anything to him, though she knew he
might believe her.
She combed his hair, and left the place with a kiss to
him, loving dream is flower.
Beautiful poem Asim!
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