Being Kissed
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I remember the time
You happened to be
In my arms and kissed
Feeling shy; ran away like
A whiff of wind into
The garden to lend
Fragrance of your hair
To the coloured petals
Opening up to receive
Your fine glances and
Set their forms into
Your lips that have
Kissed me for last time;
I have been standing
Hiding among bushes
For the petals to open up
Since ages and you run
Down with open hair
To shed the fragrance;
The garden is gone,
Robbed by the jealous sun.
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