Bond

In the evening When shadows become dark and long When silence Across dales begins to gather strong Sound of silver And gold comes floating from the bush Around which Flowers swing in wind thick and lush You come out Laughing with friends to play in the garden Hiding your face behind Leaves from the ogling eyes of young men You have begun To feel warmth of love in your tender heart Color of sixteenth Summer is leaving its mark in you too fast A song of love from The woods makes you feel tense and shy In this evening You need a tender touch no one can deny As night gathers thick Over plains, hills, meadows and stream You go back home To lay down and wait for him in your dream @ Anil Kumar Panda